Michael bounced around on the sand to dry his fur, then ran to the pile of combs, picked one up, and began to groom himself.
He had now mastered this skill proficiently. His forepaw held the scallop shell comb, moving it nimbly back and forth, combing his entire body until it was smooth and glossy.
"Eric, let's eat this big lobster later! Look at this size, it's more than enough for all of us."
He smugly patted the still-thrashing lobster and turned to say to Eric.
The food here was truly too abundant; the only drawback was probably that it was too far from their tribe.
He and Max didn't dare to swim out too far, but even just lingering near the shore, there were countless fish, shrimp, and shellfish.
The temperature at the coast made food spoil easily, so he didn't hunt prey that was too large, only catching those that were just the right size for one meal.
