Cerulean Cape At The Edge

He began to dig, having a sense of what he was looking for.

It did not take very long for a shape to go flying past him, covered in wet sand and he turned to see one of the spider things, dazed in the pile of sand he'd created. A crab. That was what they were called - he needed to remember. He snatched the weird thing up quickly and was rewarded with a sharp pinch. He yelped in surprise, his mouth opening to drop the creature but it clung to his lip.

That loner male had warned him about his.

He looked over at Keyni sheepishly, the crab dangling from his lip. "Heh. I found one...". He thought briefly that the wolf from before had lied - Diaval certainly did feel the sharp pain at his lip. His ears flattened a little, unused to pain and with little tolerance for it. But there were things to be done.

"That idea..." he said, looking around and wincing. He saw where the birds gathered near the waves some way down the beach. He turned back to her, crab still hanging from his mouth. "Did you find anything?"