Dragoncrest Cliffs they want my soul, they want the wave

it apparently was a rite of passage that a sapphique baby be nipped by a crab. chani's ears pinned at the strident cry; she inched forward, trying to hold him still with a forepaw while she grabbed the offending crustacean with her jaws.
a crack splintered the air sharply.
the pincer fell away with a limp jerk.
chani let the crab fall to the sand. "an' dat is why we eat dem, lafayette!"