Wheeling Gull Isle azgeda

He instantly felt a little bad at her embarrassment, or something akin to it, and cleared his throat awkwardly. Sorry, Killdeer replied. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. But you are pretty.

He seized upon the change of subject with alacrity.

Not yet! he said, letting a smile cross his muzzle once more. What's special about them?

Having spent his life as a landlubber, Killer wasn't aware of the bounty that could be found within tidepools. He was envisioning something glittering in the sun, fed by the rolling waves. He was interested, whatever they were.