Moonspear it gets better

Entirely agreeing, he fell into stride a pace or two behind Vela as their father led the way after laying out the plan for them. He shifted gears to hunt-mode rather readily with hunger encouraging, although he did not know quite what to expect. In company like this, however, he had confidence they could rustle up something decent enough before too much longer--even without the yearlings having any experience in what the seashore might grant them.

As Charon instructed, he was eyes peeled for food, and his nose set to constant work to decipher the scents they crossed. But, a bit like Vela, he had at first discounted the rocks that were actually not-rocks at all. He'd noticed a weird smell moments before, although there were a lot of those, so he didn't even immediately make the connection--not until he saw them move too. His hackles gave a subtle rise thanks to his confusion. The mountains didn't have any of those.

Squinting at the unknown creatures, and torn between worried and.. well, hungry, he eyeballed his dad to explain that phenomenon as friend, foe, food... or something to ignore entirely.