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Stingray struggled harder against the sand when the older boy proclaimed that the wing was his, determined to prove otherwise by stealing it, but it seems he had met his match. There would come a day where he would learn to walk the beach as gracefully as any Sapphique adult, but today was not that day.

Swordfish circled back around to him, eliciting a shriek from Stingray as he churned his paws and made little ground. With a loud huff, the boy deflated and sank to the ground, dropping his chin into the sand and blowing out his whiskers. There was no way he would be able to outspeed Quennell and take the wing when his stupid feet wouldn't work.

He peered dejectedly up at his brother, silently asking what the trick was, and never realizing that it was his toddlerish stomping tread that mired him so.