Wheeling Gull Isle Cordelia

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Thresher loved every aspect of being a beach guardian, and it sounded like she might be perfect for the role. She had already proved herself in the incident with the hermit crab, and had saved him from having his lip cut by tiny pinchers. He seemed to be interested in their habits, which Thresher knew quite well- but hadn't really found the words to explain. Instead of asking her to reiterate, though, he seemed to understand more or less what she was talking about as he watched the crab steal one of his collected shells away. She smiled softly; maybe Driftwood would make a good beach guardian too- and become the official gatherer or shells, to give new homes to the little hermit crabs. 

"Winds and waves and wetter," She echoed softly, nodding sagely. The leaders of her pack would need to know those things., to predict if a storm was coming and if the family would have to move further inland on the island, to where the great blue spruce stood. Thresher continued to nod along with what Driftwood said, and she felt quite sure that it was a job she could handle. He didn't exactly tell her she was suited for it, or that she should go for it, so she wondered if maybe he was considering it for himself. She  poked her little nose against his foreleg tentatively. "You?" She asked, then, looking up at him with questioning eyes. Would he go on to be a beach guardian? He seemed to know an aweful lot about the trade!

She liked spending time with Driftwood- he was friendly and entertaining, and helped build her confidence up. If there was such a thing as beach guardian, she would have to go for it- and even if there wasn't, she was alright with that. She could still be a beach guardian without having to have the official title.