Cerulean Cape Anenthemonae

Humboldt had his paw firmly pressed against his nose, rubbing the away the pain, when a voice sounded from behind him. Oh! Someone else happened by. The waves must of been too loud against the rocks to hear them. Humboldt held his paw beneath his face and studied it before addressing the stranger. A single drop of crimson was smeared across his pad. He shook his paw before dropping it. His tongue swiped over his nose.

Nah, you grab they're lil flipper leg and pin 'em first. Humboldt gifted his new acquaintance a beaming, mischievous smile. But it's a lot of fun if you're faster than the crab.

Unabashed, Humboldt trotted over the rocky shores to the dark cloaked stranger. Periwinkle eyes bright and tail sweeping behind him. Closer now, he studied the man. Emboldened, he queried the man, not at all hiding the teenage call to action: a dare. You fancy yourself a crab catcher?

Humboldt was close enough now to spy the scare situated across his throat. In a split second, the mischievous glitter in his eyes softened with sympathy, only to brighten with an earnest curiosity. Humboldt bounced a stride away, his chest dropped into a play bow. They could swap tales of woe later, after filling their bellies full of crab meat.