Oracle island shipwreck [a tcp fan rp]

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The knife-type scoots over to the tcp in the midst of making shelters. They nudge his shoulder and indicate moving further up the beach, away from the fog. They don't know how to speak yet, but they don't like the wet sand surround them, or the fog, or the constant breaking of waves on the shore. Something about it just gives them a bad feeling, and they want to go, but not alone.