Ankyra Sound Seaglass

loko was cold as he roused crabs from the strands of kelp along the beach. rain fell in a hopeless grey down on them all.

he did not mind; he had plans to visit the cave he'd found after a quick snack, and he could dry off and warm up there.

mid-crunch with a crab danging passively from his teeth, loko spotted a shape on the beach. it was more of a blur, really, what with the rain fizzling and spitting sheets. he moved towards it curiously.

the figure was dark, but gradually small details became clear as loko came close. it bent down along the sand, searching. around its neck hung something curious and interesting to loko.

whut dat be? loko called, wolfing down the crab with several delicious smacks. dat 'ting on your neck?