Wheeling Gull Isle I've got crabs

bits of carapace and fluid sluiced between ava’s gritted teeth. in this moment she was in her element; tearing and flinging and tearing and flinging and tearing until —

aba!

she was pulled from her rampage by the sound of terror. the source is distinctly familiar, distinctly judah. the darkling spirit in her eyes fade and she turned to her brother slowly, shocked to find him with his paws over his eyes and horror streaming off his body like unsavory echoes. 

she looked around them expecting a phantom or maybe some monster crab so impossibly huge that it would eat them all. but there was nothing and no one — just her, judah, and aiolos nearby. 

a crab scuttled over paw. she punched it instinctively underfoot. the noise it made against claw and stone was a satisfying crunch; the way its legs slackened and spittle gurgled from its mouth entranced ava more in that moment than judah’s fear had seized her seconds before.