Ankyra Sound one if by land, two if by sea

It was an owl as stark white as the boy she followed that swept overhead first, quietly watching the wolves below. The commotion elicited a complaint from the grand bird, which was directed towards the boy just a little ways further up the shoreline. He’d been practising his fishing skills, eager to excel with the task, when the turtles had started to hatch. And although he’d heard the barks of another canine coming from that direction, the cause and the culprit were both unknown, and not enough to pull his attention away—his friend landing upon his withers and beginning to pluck clumps of fur from his nape, however, was enough to divert his attention. To put her at ease (and save himself from unnatural, premature balding), he assured her that he would check it out and then insisted that she return to the skies; carrying someone else around was not ideal, after all.

But, despite what he said he would do, Aningan got distracted upon seeing what was going on.

Small creature appeared to be dragging themselves across the sand and towards the sea, creatures that he lacked a word for in either language. What were they? He looked towards the youths, then, curious to see if they knew—but they seemed to each be doing their own things, with different reactions to the creatures. The one that stomped seemed more interesting than the one that shouted, and so Aningan mimicked his actions—well, not the stomping part. He did scoop up one of the tiny, smooth animals into his maw, however, and chomped down; the flesh was mushy but the shell had a hint of toughness to it, whilst the flavour itself was unlike anything he’d tasted before. Not sure whether or not he liked it, he repeated the act of catching, crushing, and tasting—and then repeated, repeated, repeated, and repeated yet again.