Cerulean Cape ghost; is what they call you

kovas understands that it's easy for him to stand there and tell her not to react to the pain. he isn't the one experiencing it and beyond that it's only instinct to want to dislodge whatever is causing it. her pink nose — odd but utterly rare to him in it's color — has begun to darken a few shades beneath the pressure of the crab's claws. kavos keeps distance between them knowing that, physically he would be of no help. if she wished to dislodge the crab from her snout she would have to be the one to do it. he could try to rip it off of her, surely, but that would cause much more damage than was necessary.

the behemoth was right: when the woman calmed and was able to still herself the crab released it's hold and scuttled off ...directly into kovas' shadow. the man lets out a low grunt of disapproval and watches it with a cautious gleam in his eyes. after a moment of consideration he makes another guttural noise, partly a grunt and partly a hum, tips the feisty and unsuspecting crustacean over onto it's back with a large paw and bites into the soft undershell, feeling it give way beneath the pressure of his teeth and jaw.

kovas noses it towards her in the sand, missing the small smile she offers him as she attempts to clean her muzzle. "take it." kovas implores, lifting his head to look up at her then, though the gruff man leaves no actual room for rejection. the little ghost could, of course, reject it but he will not accept it back and if she does not take it then a scavenger no doubt will.