it's going down, i'm yelling timber

"Really?" Pump asked in a disbelief, because the prize for such an effort was so little and squished. There wasn't much to have and she did not insist on sharing, because, if the situations were reversed, she wouldn't do that either. Finders, keepers - another old wisdom of her grandma, who hadn't been a very pleasant person herself.

But she was curious still, therefore made an nonthreatening approach towards Jinx to have a better look of the unusual meal. When she was satisfied, she took some steps back and began to sniff the ground, because there were some scent marks of other crabs nearby. Soon - voila - her muzzle came "face to face" with a smaller version of the crab.

"Geez, you are small critter," she poked it with one of her paws and plopped down on her belly.