But Where's the Rum Gone? [Steel]

The Silver Island had been just as good a place as any for him to land, but alas - it hadn't been alluring enough for him to linger long. He was a traveler, and he sought someone like Cecily to keep him company. Or else, he would be someone else's Cecily. The lass Misha had been interesting enough, but he felt the overwhelming desire to move on. Muddied silver coat ruffled in the wind as he cast his beige mask in a new direction: East. He suspected he had landed on the southern part of the land, and so rather than going north and further away from the sea, he would march along parallel to his salty love. Silver gaze cast longingly to the ocean, but his weary limbs told him he could not afford another swim just yet. He hadn't eaten in gods knew how long, and yet he'd only just noticed the emptiness in the pit of his stomach. He knew he had not the speed or the desire to catch a land animal, and so he adjusted his course south and east - back toward the sea. Thankfully enough this sandy scrap seemed to hold enough tide pools to fish in. Body twisted around the circumference of the nearest one, surveying his options. One crab lay dead, likely starved. There were no fish, and there were very few crustacea to choose from. Still, he was far too tired to be picky, and so with ease he snatched up an unsuspecting crab from the mere inches of water. It was almost too easy to tide pool fish.

CRACK!

The crab split open, dying in one fatal bite of Hascal's fangs. He waited not to devour his dinner, picking out every tasty morsel - including those that he normally ignored. He not only just appeared half-starved, he felt it too. Eyes rolled as he swallowed his last bite, knowing it was not nearly enough to satisfy him - but it would keep him alive. He lay down near the shattered shell of the creature, resting his muzzle upon his forepaws. This certainly was a lonely place.. wasn't it?

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