Dragoncrest Cliffs This place is all he's ever known

"Lose de stick? Well...." She gazed out to where it was, still standing upright, resilient against the waves. Of course, it was a relatively calm day. On a windier day, the waves might have been too much. She'd made sure to pick a long stick, and stick it well into the ground- but he had a good point. She shrugged one of her shoulders, smiling as he decided to relax alongside her and take a piece of crab. She'd already pulled the legs off to disarm it, so she nudged them toward him and cradled the body of the crab between her paws. 

"Maybe." She continued. "I t'ink de water will only come up as high as de stick- I can tell by de barnacles on de rocks over dere, de water only goes up so high, so I assume dat is how deep de water gets. It might get pulled out by a big wave, but if it does, den what odds. De tide will go out again tomorrow an' I can try again." She said. Failure wouldn't discourage her, only change her tactics. "I t'ink it would be helpful to know, right?" She asked. To her, it was of great interest to study the movement of the water. But was it useful at all?