Oystercatcher Tide Pools the old

with a soft ache in his paws from travel, seasmoke finally allows himself a few hours of respite. he sates his thirst and fills his belly with a seabird and a few crabs unfortunate enough to have been trapped when the high tide receded. to seasmoke, however, this is the Sea favoring him: leaving him needed resources as a show: that the Sea is always watching.

but there is a slight tang in the air beyond the sea brine that, coupled with the brewing of dark clouds over the sea in the horizon speak of a rainstorm.

it was always unpredictable, when storms roll off the sea to land, how tempered they would be. he gathers a few oysters from the tide pools and seeks shelter in land.

perhaps this, too, was a blessing.