Dragoncrest Cliffs they want my soul, they want the wave

"like dis," and chani lowered her muzzle to nip at the shell, holding it between her hard molars while canines pierced the limp surface.
when she had worked the top-shell away, she swallowed the delicious brinewater taste of crab and stepped back, encouraging her little cousin to try as much as he liked. "crabs be everywhere, lafayette. we eat dem every day. next time, do not put your face so close, oui? stomp on it! knock it senseless, den bite, right in de middle." she grinned at him. "you will learn. i know you will," she assured, soothing his bitten face with a lick.