Ankyra Sound side with me in slaughter

it was a beach day — the kind of days that scarab loved. stay close! he hears his mother call after him ( and his siblings ). a flick of an ear back was given to acknowledge that he'd heard but his eyes are fixated on something multi-colored gleaming partially out of the sand. it's with a single minded determination that scarab makes a direct beeline for it, puffs of sand flying out from beneath his paws as he hurries to it, afraid that it'd catch someone else's attention. he'd scrapple for it ...if it came to it, but he rather thought the rule of thumb was i saw it first, so it's mine.

chest rises and falls with a few huffs and puffs ( because running in sand is harder than running on solid ground ) he checks over his shoulders like a thief and begins to nose at the piece of seaglass and switches to digging it furiously out of the sand where it was lodged.