Ankyra Sound I'm totally not screwing with you, man. Totally.

Ah, so he could get under her skin as thoroughly and irately as she got under his. Good. Kjalarr was easily pleased by this knowledge, though her snarl earned her a warning flash of his teeth. She had always tested his patience since their very first meeting and he was not so sure that she hadn't joined Saltwinter just to personally vex him. No doubt that was egotistical of him to think for surely vexing him must take up a lot of one's agenda ...but he hadn't disproved it, yet. Kjalarr eyed her for a moment, his own want to poke fun at her situation dissolved by their disagreements. A soft sigh left his muzzle as he deliberated for only a moment longer. “Hold still,” Kjalarr commanded closing the distance between them, though his words were softened. “This may hurt,” Though Kjalarr thought it was guaranteed to hurt but was sure he did not need to speak such a thing aloud. No doubt Maude was hurting as it was — what was a little more pain? He grasped the crustacean betwixt his jaws and around it counted down, “On three...One...Two-” And he jerked his head violently in an attempt to free Maude from it's death (heh) grip.