Flippered fiends

"Well whoever made those prints, they've swam away." you say as you and Scott turn to walk back.

"So we'll never know who or what made them?" asks Scott

"Looks that way, and it's just as well!" you reply "Anyway I found you, so lets go home!"

"You didn't find me, I let myself be found!" argues Scott. "You've still 'it'!"

Furthur discussions of who found who are suddenly cut off by the appearence of a pair of huge monsterous scaily toad-like creatures blocking your path. Looking at their huge flippered clawed feet, it's clear you've found whoever was making those prints.

Or to be more precise, they've found you...

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