Cerulean Cape spring

He was going to follow his plans to move west, slowly.

The warm summer days were coming to an end as the earth made way for autumn, and while the sight of orange, red, and yellow leafs were certainly beautiful, Hakumele only thought of how his bones would ache when the weather inevitably shifted. He wanted to enjoy what was left of it, that and he needed to eat plenty in case hunting became difficult. That took time and effort that slowed his travels, particularly with how he searched his food now. He refused to let illness take him the way it had the previous winter; had Sialuk not found him he surely would have died, and Hakumele didn't trust that he would luck out twice.

Carrying a crab freshly pulled from the sea, the shark-toothed was quick to throw the creature against a rock before the pincers could grab him. Just a few more hits and the shell would crack open; a far easier strategy than attempting to pull it apart himself. Crabs were a good treat, and one he found himself eating far more often as it was an easy catch on the seaside.. if you knew how to handle them, that was.

Only a few minutes passed before he was sat with the tender meat ready to be ripped into, but he chose to pause before beginning his meal and look out onto the sea. There was no reason to rush today.