Dragoncrest Cliffs This place is all he's ever known

Berceuse was drawn to the sea early in the morning, when she knew the tide would be low. It had snowed just a bit overnight, and as the tide pulled back, more and more of the beach became blanketed in a soft, thin sheet of white snow. Her first order of business was to check her favourite tide pools- and to her glee, she found a crab in one of them. Crabs, now, were easy for her to catch and kill. She simply had to angle herself so that she could grab it from behind, and crunch through its shell. Sometimes, she pulled the claws off first, if they looked really big. 

She stashed the crab further up the beach, covering it with driftwood to keep any birds from flying off with it. She found a stick, and carried it down the beach toward the water- and with some care, she stuck it in the sand as a marker, where the water came and touched it. Satisfied that it wouldn't be knocked over by the waves too easily, she trotted back up the beach to where she'd stowed the crab, and began to pick away at it. 

She intended to see roughly how long it took for the tide to come in, and how far it travelled from its lowest point to its highest point.