10.Oct.13, 07:09 PM
"Oh yes, go cool yourself in the ocean and leave us to slave under the sun!" O'wain called out to Nishkath when the dark brown splashed into the waves, Casa's firelizards diving in to join him.
Nobody is stopping you from joining us. Nishkath replied, amused. Besides, I do not think I can be of much help looking for tiny firelizard eggs. I may squish them under the sand and that would be terrible. I will keep an eye out for other dangers so you two can look around.
"Well you do have a point," O'wain shock his head and turned his full attention to Casa. "Nishkath said he will keep an eye out for wild whers or felines..how he will do that underwater I am not sure but he assures me he'll keep us safe."
"Knack definitely is willing to help out...so small dips or divets...above the hide tide marks, got it." O'wain grinned and strolled further up the sands and started to scan the white sands for any dips or divets. At least none that weren't obviously made from wind motion. He did notice a few old wherry tracks, most likely the variety that preferred to hunt more on shores than deeper in the jungle. The tracks were old enough he hoped they were looking more for crustaceans and stranded sea life when the tide receded and not a sign all firelizard clutches were eaten by the predatory birds.
As he moved further up the beach, closer to where the treeline met the beach line he did notice an odd dip. Walking over he brushed the sand aside carefully for about half a foot but didn't see any sign of eggs. Looking over his shoulder he checked to see how Casa was doing. "How deep would the eggs be? More than half a foot?"
"Well you do have a point," O'wain shock his head and turned his full attention to Casa. "Nishkath said he will keep an eye out for wild whers or felines..how he will do that underwater I am not sure but he assures me he'll keep us safe."
"Knack definitely is willing to help out...so small dips or divets...above the hide tide marks, got it." O'wain grinned and strolled further up the sands and started to scan the white sands for any dips or divets. At least none that weren't obviously made from wind motion. He did notice a few old wherry tracks, most likely the variety that preferred to hunt more on shores than deeper in the jungle. The tracks were old enough he hoped they were looking more for crustaceans and stranded sea life when the tide receded and not a sign all firelizard clutches were eaten by the predatory birds.
As he moved further up the beach, closer to where the treeline met the beach line he did notice an odd dip. Walking over he brushed the sand aside carefully for about half a foot but didn't see any sign of eggs. Looking over his shoulder he checked to see how Casa was doing. "How deep would the eggs be? More than half a foot?"