Ocean's Breath Plateau But it's the season of the sticks.

He was not so far from his family's lodge when he found a cosy spot. With oyster clutched between his jaws, Sea Hunter pressed at the dirt and grass with his forepaws then moved to circle his chosen patch.

An unfamiliar figure trudging his way caught his attention, distracting him, and the shell slipped from his grasp. He watched the stranger with interest, scruffy tail sweeping the air with enthusiasm over meeting a new face, but he stalked right by and did not pause to greet him.

Sea Hunter collected his oyster once more and padded annoyingly after the adult.