Wheeling Gull Isle I've got crabs

Everything she did was so childish, so mind-numbingly dull. Especially the way she tossed that broken bit of shell into the air then surged after it. Judah would never stoop to such a juvenile game, no! He was the big brother and he aught to be doing adult things, now anyway! His lips draw to a point, he flicks an aloof ear and tries to find somewhere else more interesting for his eyes to go.

It doesn’t work.

He cranes his neck through the reeds to see Ava tromping along the shore, singing a longing little whine. It looks fun.

Eventually he pulls himself back through the grasses and approaches Ava with flat ears, his tail dangling limply remorseful.

“C-can I play with you?” He asks, giant eyes tagging between the sand at his feet and Ava’s halved face.