Sea Lion Shores and like the sky my soul is also turning

Caiaphas panicked for a moment, fretting fitfully as she saw the male glance between the piles. Was his better than hers? Did he have a horseshoe carapace, or a coelecanth relic? The frightful and wretched coywolf withered under the pressure.

She glanced back to her swarthy pile; an agglomeration of various shell and bones -- all splintered, all nearly worthless. A frown haunted her features, and she practically boiled with indignity as he looked at her -- so smug. So pompous!

A shriek bubbled in her throat and with a wry wrench she dove into his treasures like a wrecking ball, setting into the cache with the indiscriminate frenzy of a small tornado.