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

something shifts among the rocks; a crab, no bigger than her pawpad, scuttled beneath the safety of a rock. not worth the effort required to unearth it, and her attention returns to the man. Firefly. she accepts this name in silence, though something about it doesn't seem fitting for a man who bears as many scars as he does. 

he moves to push over a few of the larger rocks. insects and tiny crustaceans scutter for cover in the cold sands, their miniature world destroyed and revealed. evidently, they hold no interest for the man. "since I was a child."  no need to get into the technicalities. "why did you fight him?" in all likelihood, it was merely a spar, but she was curious should some other meaning lurk. she wondered who had won.