Ocean's Breath Plateau shell whorl

His father spoke as he moved about the structure, pinning and sticking and working to make something of the half-built lodge. Sea Hunter's velvet ears twitched, listening. His muzzle tilted at the mention of words that he'd heard before: babies, Chieftain, visitors. His focus was short-lived, however, and the tiny hunter settled himself to listen to the tune that Chakliux hummed aloud.

A butterfly, cotton white, landed on the doorway he'd come to linger close by. The piece of dried hide dropped to the ground as he concentrated on the pulse of pale wings as the insect rested to warm itself. Sea Hunter shifted his weight to examine it more closely, then reached for it with his tongue and drew it into his adventurous mouth.