Day or Night

@Phantom Do you want to continue this?

She followed, and Spyridon glanced occasionally to assure himself that she was still there. When the ground beneath his feet changed from loam to sand, he slowed, eyes seeking out one of the tide pools. They were the quickest and easiest place to acquire some fishy flesh, and he pointed to one of the nearby ones with his snout. “εκεί,” he gestured, then trotted to stand in the chilly water.

Various small fish were here, though no large ones. Assuming that the white girl was watching him, he lowered his head to just above the surface of the water. He waited, waited, watched, watched, waited, watched, then struck out and snapped up one of the pint-sized fish, swallowing it whole. He took a step back, out of the water, then swung his head from the siren to the water. It was her turn to try.