Wheeling Gull Isle mouhai

"tidepools have a lot of food," heda explained to ava. "clams, fish, oysters. shrimp. sometimes frogs." plunging a paw into the nearest pool, the island mother demonstrated how to wiggle one's claws about against the edge, searching for the textured surfaces different than the sandy soil.
emphatically, she pulled free a clam, cupping it in a muddy grasp as she held it out for ana to see. "now you try, baby lamb," heda encouraged, her golden eyes bright with enthusiasm.