Cerulean Cape there's your obstacle.

Sounds like a lot of work, Maia said with a gentle laugh behind the words.  She wasn't a fan of work in general, and hunting on a mountain sounded even worse than hunting normally.  She loved a good chase sometimes!  But not when the 'tired' outweighed the far more important 'fun' aspect.  And definitely never when 'frustrating' was thrown into the mix.  Mountain hunting? Most definitely frustrating.

Maia probably should know what it was, she'd been visiting the coast for a very long while.  But she'd never actually been to the beach beach.  Maybe she hit the shore up once, but that was more to briefly view the ocean, not to examine and learn about the local wildlife.  Ummm, some kind of bug?  If it was fantastical she might have had an idea, but a crab was too normal to ever feature in one of her mother's stories.  She leaned in for a closer look.  Or a really weird crawfish?  She'd dug up some of those from rivers in her youth for snacks, and this had similar claws.  That was about where the comparison stopped though.