Wheeling Gull Isle are you feeling it now, mr. krabs?

she yelped, but it fell into a growl, and nüwu dared to turn and face her. it was... a little bloody, but nothing like the exaggeration the sandy scientist had imagined. she flattened her dark ears to her head, sorry if i hurt you, haoming, the girl whined slightly. her spotted sister was back to the crab soon enough, holding it down and declaring her hate for it. nüwu frowned. i wish he didn't hurt you, she offered weakly, and continued, you wanted to hurt him now, um, revenge? or... you'll forgive him? it was an open question free of judgement; she was merely curious. she knew she couldn't understand how her sister felt without the same blood on her tongue.