Ankyra Sound no one wearing a crown

the night is not her favourite time to haunt the Sound, but this night sleep is fleeting and evasive, and she sees no alternative save to creep away from her siblings. the very early morning is her favourite time, the fraction of night when day only barely begins to creep above the sky and for a moment, she is the only creature stirring. then all at once the world wakes around her, and the night slips away easily, like the crabs that vanish just as soon as she unearths them from beneath the rocks lining the beach. 

"scarab!" she calls softly when she sees him, having not exactly noticed him missing when she'd slipped out but glad to see him here all the same. gone are the days of her fixating on a single sibling and avoiding the rest, now it is only the rest of the pack she actively avoids.