Dragoncrest Cliffs Toujours

Oystercatching was tiring. 

While she was adept at swimming and treading water, Suzu's natural buoyancy made it more difficult for her to fight the water and dive down far enough to harvest the shells. And between the sparkling bubbles of water, the constant turn of waves and the long, billowing strands of kelp, even spotting an oyster was a challenge. Sometimes she felt herself running out of air just as she caught a glimpse of one- and by the time she rose to gasp, and then dove back down, the current had carried her several metres away. 

Physical labour had never been her forte, but she'd helped out as much as she could, before she landed at the beach, thoroughly soaked and exhausted. Her mother and Mireille set about searching for conches, and Suzu excused herself, treading wearily down the beach toward an inlet where she had stashed some food. There, on a flat rock, she flopped and settled for a nap. 

She wasn't sure how long she'd been asleep for when the call came out. Her fur was still wet, though- an indication that she'd perhaps only been asleep for a matter of minutes. She stood, still heavy from exhaustion, and shook another round of seawater from her pelt, before she moseyed back down the beach toward the gathering congregation. 

She pulled up alongside Raelle, mouth opening in a wide, noisy yawn before she smacked her lips, and settled down next to her friend, waiting for the rest to show up. 

Surely, once the children arrived, she'd perk up a bit more.