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The day prior, Sobo discovered a collection of sunbleached and salt-encrusted bones, thin and cylindrical. He didn't know that they once belonged in the fin of a seal, only that despite their disparity in size, they all shared a similar shape. Painstakingly, the boy had collected them in pairs and carried them to a secret cache in Mossbloom, none the wiser that they soon would leave the den behind.

When Mireille called for him, he was in the middle of arranging them in size from smallest to largest. With an exasperated sigh, the boy scattered the last few with an annoyed swipe of his paw, then hastily gathered them up into his cache and swept dirt back over them. He would have to come back later and fix it up.

Down to Corsair Beach he galloped with a light scowl etched into his brow to find Mireille, who stood in the chilly wind with some strip of purple gunk. Dis better be important! he called out, slowing to a trot. He loved Mireille, but she ping-ponged between sweetly caring and snooty to the point of obnoxiousness. To say he felt competitive about it all was an understatement; he was desperate to prove he wasn't some little boy for her to look down on, and it made him annoyed with her more often than not.