Oystercatcher Tide Pools rock lobster

the voice startled him, and he ripped his muzzle from the water, sending droplets scattering everywhere. fur rippling in unease, he chuckled nervously, licking the moisture from his chops and taking a step back from the pool before speaking. ah, yes, i suppose, he half-stuttered, smiling. sorry--should have been paying more attention to my surroundings.

one would think being alone would sharpen those skills; without a border to defend, though, govinda had become utterly lax in situational awareness.

she was pretty, with pale golden eyes and a patchwork pelt. perhaps around his own age, maybe a bit younger. her sudden appearance reminded hm of erzulie, and heat rippled over his skin, his stomach churning. was she here to seduce him, too? he supposed he couldn't complain. . .but hari had commanded him to avoid flesh-pleasures, and yet here he was falling into that trap, again and again.

would he never learn?