Wanderlust had attacked again, and when Hemming recovered he found himself at least a couple of hours away from his cozy little cave in AniWaya. He had travelled up north, past a city that must have been Halifax, and then looped around toward the sea. Now, he was tracking footprints through the cluttered shore of Drifter Bay, watching out to sea while he also tried not to catch his feet in the seaweed that was stranded on the sand. He would admit that the feeling of salt water and gritty sand weaving itself up into the fur of his toes was not pleasant, but the splendour of the place more than made up for it.
The male lingered close to the cliffs, stopping once and a while to pick up a stone that looked particularly interesting. After he had inspected a few, he spotted one that astonished him. Squatting to get a better look at it, he ran a thumb along the smooth lines of an imprint that looked remarkably like a seashell. His eye traced the contours of the four slightly smaller imprints on the same jagged piece of rock, and after a few awestruck moments he let himself fall onto his bottom, crossing his legs. Hemming leaned forward to get a better look, his amber eyes only a few inches away from the specimen that still laid on the ground. The explorer had a feeling that he had found only a small piece of the wonder that these rocks held, and wished he had come here sooner. |