Ankyra Sound it will fill your lungs, if you'll have it

her lips curl back over her fangs and her tongue scrapes against her fangs as she tries to rid her maw of the unfortunately inedible crab. she's taken a liking to their flesh, so much like a prize in the midst of their shell, and so it is somewhat upsetting to find that they lack a synchronized taste. spitting a wad of crab into the sand, she turns the creature over with a ginger paw, and finds it to be unusually stiff. perhaps more dated than she'd originally thought it, and a press of her limbs has a leg, two, snap off easily. with a huff, she continues down the shore, muzzle hung to search for more inviting morsels.