Oystercatcher Tide Pools Unsweetened Lemonade

the young wolf is clearly not wanting for company, and tziporah can respect that. she watches on as the darkling gathers up their quarry and heads out, having offered only a brief explanation of their living situation. an island covered in seagulls. she'd remember that.

the lord be with you, she murmurs in parting, eyes trained upon the yearling's retreat. she does not draw her gaze away until the stranger has disappeared over the horizon, and then she turns back to the pools, wondering if there is any more bounty to be found here—

and even if she were to find something, she is unsure whether or not she has the skills to crack the shells and dine in the first place!