Oystercatcher Tide Pools rock lobster

there was something in her manner, at once both casual and formal, that intrigued him. he gave into her forgiveness--though, as she said, there was nothing to forgive--and let his posture relax, his smile growing broader. oysters, he responded, bending once more to sniff at the pool. you have to crack them open, but there's decent meat inside.

govinda tilted his head toward her, eyes glittering. oddly enough, being a seawolf, i prefer the inland meals, he chuckled. but oyster will do for now. he thought of the succulent venison to be found on dawnlark plains, and the light in his gaze dimmed, if only slightly.

when would he ever forget them?

my name is govinda, he continued, trying to keep his past at bay (at least for now). are you a traveler, passing through? or is your home nearby?