Cerulean Cape and as the stone founders underneath the sundered sea of red and reed

the yell sounded just as she'd made headway into the body of the crab, and the shell cracked with a dull pop. the taste of her meal is on her tongue and it's this nearness to getting what she wants that has her stand and furl back her lips in one smooth motion, nape prickling atop her spine. her guard hairs are stiff and jagged along her spine, thanks to the saltwater, and she is the pinnacle of a threat. but the girl's words sink in and her jagged exterior falters and begins to fade, though her nape remains erect. "it's a crab," she offers finally, "you eat it." this girl reminds her of the one who practically fallen down a mountain in order to say hello, and this she associates with harmlessness. still, she desires solitude, not crab discussions, and thus grabs her treat and stalks away.