⎈Marlin || 1yr, 5m. || Sea Glaring || Hunter || Location;; Sea Glaring camp || Tags;; Tide ⎈
- Marlin is quick to follow instructions, and stoops to pick up the rock. It's a bit clumsy to maneuver compared to the lighter mussel, but at least it's not so slippery. It takes him a few tries to properly get his jaws around the rock, but the rough, craggy surface keeps it securely in his grip. When he straightens up again, his head bows with the weight, but he doesn't drop it. Some sand is speckled about his pink nose, and Marlin's muzzle twitches a bit, as he struggles to restrain a sneeze that he knows would make him drop the rock. He rears up and places his forelegs on the larger rock, on either side of the mussel. He wavers slightly as he stares down at it, making sure that he's in just the right spot- and finally, he releases the rock.
The rudimentary tool falls swiftly and it falls hard, landing precisely on top of the mussel and shattering its shell. Sharp bits of shell fly out from the point of impact, but they all fall harmlessly into the sand or are stopped by the cats' fur. Marlin abruptly steps back and sneezes twice, before pawing at his snout to free himself of the irritating sand. Several pieces of shell cling to his forelegs, but he flicks his paws to dislodge them before he cheerily chirps, "Thanks, Tide!" He noses the rock out of the way, and begins the task of plucking the tender shellfish from the shards of broken shell so that he may finally eat.