Ewan stood to the side, observing a little longer, by the dim light of the oil lamp, he could still see the patchy scratch marks on the mud walls left by those four crabs. A gust of wind blew past, and Ewan raised a hand to tuck a stray lock of hair behind his ear before turning to look at Asher Ryder.
"They eat much faster than I imagined." Ewan sighed, looking at the amount of seaweed in the pit that was about to be completely chewed up: "At this rate, the seaweed in our pond will not survive the winter."
Asher Ryder took the lamp from Ewan, pulling the collar of his coat up to block the draft: "I will head out to the stream tomorrow to gather some more. There is no snow yet, so the stream has not frozen over. Besides, they will only feed for a short period, after that, they should go into hibernation."
