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On one of his solitary forays across the small tide pools, rare enough as such an even had become, Mou had found something unexpected. Among the chunks of floating debris and patches of snow melting in to the sea sat a corpulent shape bobbing against the rocks.

He hadn't seen anyone else take notice of it. The wind was blasting the beachfront which might have been enough to dissuade the others; it certainly took Mou a while to gather up the courage and venture out on his own. He was quick-stepping across the sand, shaking his feet after each press of his toes against the glittering surface of everything.

Too cold, too cold — too damn cold, all of it!

When he finally stopped by the bobbing object he gave a brief glance back the way he'd come, hardly surprised to see that the sand was smooth, barely registering his steps due to all the ice keeping the grains locked in place.

He then swept his snout over the object and probed at it: a nudge with his nose, a flick of his tongue to determine the exterior was rough and hard, and then an attempt to grab and pull it ashore. His teeth couldn't find a grip until the fifth or sixth snap, and then he hauled the shape out of the water and left it to drip.

The body rolled towards him once it was set upon the rocky shoreline. The pieces that had been submerged were eaten away and rotted, pungent and soft. The smell disturbed Mou greatly; but nothing was etched in his mind quite like seeing the creature's face (sans eyes) staring emptily back at him.