Wheeling Gull Isle I've got crabs

ava had never met a stranger. aiolos was taken at the same face value ava donated to others; adult, caretaker, food provider-thing. 

she might have noticed abel peer curiously from the den’s dark entrance, if she was not currently being swarmed under the thousand-strong click of pincers and sharp little legs. she nipped at one upon her paw with a yelp, turning around to snap at one caught upon her tail. 

judah came to pluck from her fur the offensive creatures, and aiolos crushed their carapaces after. ava could not be contained for long before she was running over the milling crabs, assuming angry hitchhikers as she sprinted down the beach to escape their pinching arms.