What the hell was wrong with this place? Not that she was really complaining, as she was raiding these tide pools, but honestly. A few weeks of storms and suddenly that land bridge just rises out of the fuckin' ocean? She sighed and chuckled. Whatever, right? It didn't really make a difference to her, it wasn't like she was tied down in one place versus another. It was just... odd. A crab scampered past the molten woman's paws and she lunged for it, deftly clamping down on it's rear in and crunching through the shell before it's claws could find any of her squishy bits. The meat was sweeter than usual, with a cloying salty aftertaste, but it wasn't bad. In fact, Bryn was very close to stuffing herself full with it. She settled into the sands, picking away the harder parts of the crustacean, seeking the goodies hidden underneath. The surf roared at her from afar, but it was a calming sort of thing, just as the setting sun inspired her to laze around and enjoy this strange new world. It was cold, and she knew autumn was beginning to creep in on them, so she'd enjoy the last minutes of sunlight while it lasted.
