"I'm sure I'll find it." He smiled quietly, nodded to her and moved off. He ignored the odd feeling he was getting, obviously the oyster had not sat well with him, and it would be good to get away from the girl before the boy revisited the bivalve.
However once he had found a good spot to make a Theriar nest, his stomach showed no inclination of upheaval, just a certain....odd.. persistant uneasiness. How peculiar. He studied his shells until the red sun fell to the horizon and sank below the surface of the ocean. He waved it goodnight and curled up under the moon. His skin shimmering slightly due to its color, reminding him vaguely of the shifters at home.
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