it's going down, i'm yelling timber

The sand was wet underfoot, soaking up the cold rain that fell on it like a sponge, when Jinx loped over it in the mid-afternoon. The sky was dark with heavy clouds, but the weather hadn't stopped her from rising in the morning, patrolling the territory's edge (it was getting easier to not hate it), and visiting the river for a well-deserved drink. Her course led her back toward Horizon Ridge now, but a detour brought her down toward the tide pools, away from the overlook that was the pack's pride and joy.

Hidden in the wake of the waterfall feeding them were numerous pools, each teeming with small wildlife supplied by the high tide and stranded by the low. The most abundant of them were the hermit crabs, whose shells were nearly impenetrable. The Kesuk had been raised on a beach, though, and was well-versed in how to feast on crustaceans. She wasted no time upon her arrival in seeking out a heavy stone at the base of the cliffs.

With it, she would be able to painstakingly crack the pretty shells that the hermit crabs called home, and with any luck, chase them out of hiding. Even though rain still pelted her, the Kappa smiled around her stone, pleased with her choice of food today.