Wheeling Gull Isle Two Storms

He starts out as the sun rises, chasing trails of light across the beach paths. Down by the shore the winds are calm and the skies silent. He maneuvers around the bones of conifers, washed up from the sea and graved along the foreshore. This stretches of the granite coast is pocked with rocky pools, capturing an abundance of intertidal sealife. Judah scuttles around them, pawing at anemones, trying (and failing) to mouth a school of miniature shoal. In the next pool he finds a family of scallops and fishes them out with his teeth, starting a neat pile at his side. He’d need to gather more this morning- he had a second mouth to feed.

Judah shakes the oceanwater from his cheeks and glances up towards the greenhills, where the girl- @Racharra- was still sleeping.