Wheeling Gull Isle can you paint with all the colors

her laughter seemed so loud! ava rose a paw to her mouth as if to catch it as seal bucked in the sand, but it was too late. she was heard, and seen. 

there was no feigned shock in ava’s gaze. of course the crab had done what crabs do. she glanced from seal — almost dumbly — to the shuffling menance behind her. 

instinctively, she moved her back away from its raised pincers. it seemed disoriented. painfully, ava wondered if it felt the way she had when the whale —

seal was striding towards it, a war cry strung from her lips. overcome with a sudden sense of solidarity, ava tugged wordlessly at her sand kicking cousin with the bushel of flowers still hung in her mouth. no! leave it alone!