Wheeling Gull Isle take you to the grave i'll ghost

Hey, Z! Caracal greeted brightly as he trotted up to the den and saw the little boy—please pardon this ignoramus—perched just outside. I mean, wazzzzzup? I learned that from a dolphin. True story.

He planted his hindquarters beside the pup and tugged a long rope of slimy kelp from around his neck and shoulders. It fell to the ground in a loop, its green color popping against the sandy backdrop.

Glancing at the little one, he picked up one end of the great leafy thallus and teasingly wiggled a stipe and its blade toward Tzedeq’s snoot.

I picked up these terms from here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kelp