Ankyra Sound days turn, faster than a minute

the tide is out, and the shore is littered with small, stagnant pools. clementine clatters around them, poking her nose and paws into any especially interesting ones and pausing only when she gets to a larger one with signs of movement within. she plops onto her stomach and peers carefully into the water, watching a crab scuttle further into a crack on the rock. with a paw, she dislodges a rock on the bottom of the pool, and watches with rapt fascination the creatures that pour out from under it.