Ankyra Sound he was always in the fields, working on his flying

Gimme all da Ingram threds.

She observed Ingram from afar, following him with an amused yellow stare as he loped along the bare shore with purpose. He scoured the beach with a familiar intent, something she did almost every morning in search of more coveted red stones. Curious, she wondered what her rugged comrade might be so actively looking for - enough that she braced herself against the biting Winter breeze to press onward across the sound to offer her assistance.

He busied himself among the rocks and before Nyx could chuff to alert him to her arrival, the dark boy yipped and reared back. The golden agouti froze mid-stride and thrust her ears forward, vivid eyes wide as they locked onto the source of Ingram's misfortune. The crab was flung through the air and Nyx grinned her amusement as it landed several feet from them with a thud in the sand. She turned to her friend again, struggling to keep from laughing as he pawed at his offended nose. "Want me to kiss it better?" Nyx cooed jokingly.