Wheeling Gull Isle I've got crabs

judah was stung by ava’s turn of interest. her ears pulled back to the small of her skull as his voice rang above them, sending several crabs scuttling. 

by now most of the intrepid decapods had scuttled to safer climes. little ava was left to her own means, unaware judah peered from the reeds above. 

she stood and shook the sand from her ruff. scooping up a shattered carapace, ava flung it and chased after, making her own play.