Wheeling Gull Isle I've got crabs

ava peered down between her claws. a pale subcutaneous fluid seeped from crushed exoskeleton, matting the webbing between her paws. 

she looked up to see judah’s face transfixed in horror. 

too young then to recognize the severity of such emotions, ava offered a throaty giggle before pouncing on the crab and violently flinging her head back and forth. such a motion sent several of the limp limbs flying — one of which arced dangerously close to judah.