Wheeling Gull Isle I've got crabs

the horde overwhelmed her in short order. buried under the endless clatter of sharp pinching claws, ava went down swinging.

suddenly she was lifted mercifully from the swarm, dragged unceremoniously from their claws. several crustaceans were rudely bumped as she was dragged across them, and some even earned air time with well-timed kicks of her tiny legs. 

judah — not the red man — had dragged her to safety. ava turned from her brother with an insolent pup-roar. it was not enough to be safe! she had to kill them — they’d caused all manner of harm to her fur and she was boiling with righteous fury. 

ava pounced, crunching the carapace of one hapless crab between needle teeth.