Wheeling Gull Isle I've got crabs

the last splinter of shell in her mouth stuck to a tooth; ava thumbed it thoughtfully with her tongue as judah instructed her on the virtues of mercy.

she stiffened under his hug, her eyes upon a new target — a scuttling crab just behind him. ava stilled as he plucked a limb from its carapace, her pupils darkening as it writhed and then righted itself in the sand.

the crab took two sideways steps before ava pounced upon it, both front paws slamming into its back with a sickening noise that had her scream with delight.