Cerulean Cape Gi[m]me all your crebz

Xan is one of those fucking idiots lmao

Several crabs had been located after the first, but each had managed to scurry away from him. The shells were new to him, as were the claws that he'd learned of during one of his most recent attempts. Xan had succeeded in snagging the creature between his jaws, but a pain on his tongue had caused for him to release it almost immediately. It hadn't been a direct hit, but the clamp had latched on hard enough for him to jump back whilst simultaneously flinging the crustacean forward. The little bastard had escaped once again, and he was beginning to grow quite frustrated. He could fish and he could hunt, so why was it so difficult to catch one of the buggers? To him, it made little to no sense at all. Despite his budding irritation, however, he was still determined. And so he'd gone after another, which had resulted in his nose getting pinched.

The young Inuit was ready to try and drown it (not knowing that doing so wouldn't work out too well), but was stopped out of embarrassment, perhaps, when a new voice was heard. It'd sounded feminine and so he'd looked in the direction of the stranger without hesitation, eyes beginning to scan over the foreign body while a deep breath was taken in. With the salt of the air there'd come the scent of a male, much to both his surprise and interest. "Ahoy?" he'd returned, though posed as a question for he hadn't the slightest clue as to what it meant. "Anyone ever told you that you sound like a girl?" Xan was, as always, off to a bang-up start with first impressions.