Ocean's Breath Plateau call of the wild

As focused as he was on the gulls, he was completely unaware the two sisters were lurking nearby. He hunkered lower, ready to pounce, having identified his target (AKA the nearest bird; he was not versed in strategy as of yet).

And then lurched forward.

Before he could make good on his hunt, the sanderlings scattered to the skies, tittering in their wake. They landed a short distance nearby, though far enough from him that there was no chance of him making another stealth attack.

He'd have to cross the open beach to get to them, and he knew he'd bungled his one and only attempt.

Feeling very cross, Kitimat spit out a few wing feathers clinging to his tongue and pouted a bit, stomping out of the grass and onto the sand. Something had startled them. Was it him?