Ankyra Sound i keep on dancing through the quicksand

They were fine, Sobeille was quick to assure. Treepie let out a breath and nodded, then went still at the subsequent question. She shot another surreptitious glance over her shoulder, then faced forward and met her friend’s eye.

I didn’t see anything, she said, voice still low, but I heard something. It was… creepy, for lack of a better word. She rolled her shoulders, as if trying to shrug off the eerie feeling, though her fur wouldn’t lie flat. Just for my own peace of mind, there’s no such thing as giant crabs, are there?

She had never really seen the coast until recently, so maybe there were such creatures here. The thought sent a shiver down her spine. Tiuttuk still wasn’t a fan of this area, though she wouldn’t breathe a word of that to Sobeille. This was her homeland, her birthplace and her pups’. Surely she wouldn’t have lived here so long—and kept her offspring here—if there were Brobdingnagian crustaceans running amok in the woods?