Chapter 13Their magcat dug his paws deep into the sand and snorted, looking this way and that, tensing his body and then jumping forward, delighted at the warmth beneath him.
Smiling, Eirian let the rucksack slip from their shoulder and fall into the sand, the Bight of Gloriana stretching out into the vast, clear blue waters beyond. Poppy sighed with contentment, throwing her arms wide and spinning around in a circle. From the rocks, a number of discontented crogs glowered at them, alarmed at this intrusion into their privacy, whilst in the water, ugly frabs waited further encroachment by the magcat. Eirian hadn’t thought there could be anything uglier than a crog, but frabs—swollen crustaceans possessed of powerful frog-like hind legs and lacking the large claws of the crabs they bore a
