Seaside Moors i'm headed straight for the castle

the moors to the south of the grove were beautiful, though colder, with less shelter from the wind. it was with some reluctance that govinda wandered that way, feeling winter chill bite through his sleek, thin pelt. there was more hunting to be had here than within the palm trees; it was almost a necessity to venture out when nothing could be found by the sea.

he was about to pursue the trail--fresh enough, though not as much as he'd like--when he caught sight of the cream female, staring down at something on the ground.

with a chuff, govinda trotted up to her, what scant moonlight that burst through the clouds bouncing off his fur. he drew alongside the woman, at a short distance, peering at the crab. his eyes wandered to her, then back to the dead creature, then back to her once more, and his face grew soft with greeting.

what is it about the crab that drew your attention? he murmured.