He ate very slowly, savoring this hard-won food.
However, his thoughts had long since drifted outside the shelter, to the intertidal zone he relied on for survival and the temporary holding pond where he stored food.
He began to think about the scene he saw during his morning inspection.
The natural pool he used for temporarily holding seafood, though deeper than the shallow ponds by the shore, had already developed a lot of broken ice.
The temperature of the water surface had obviously dropped to freezing point. He knew it wouldn't take many days for this pool to be completely sealed by a thick, hard layer of ice starting from the surface.
He put down the pot in his hand and faced the camera, analyzing seriously: "That temporary holding pond is about to fail. Once it completely freezes, all the food I've stored will be locked beneath the ice layer."
