Ankyra Sound Tidechaser

Chacal bounced backwards a few paces when the sandy-beige female growled, and went into a defensive stance. She clenched her jaws against the crab's shell, and felt it give a bit between her teeth but she didn't bite down hard enough to crack it. The crab, needless to say, wasn't pleased and began waving its pinchers around wildly in a last-ditch attempt to grab something so that it could be released. She flicked her ears forward, hoping that in giving the female space, she might be forgiven, but it was only then that she noticed the wolf's eyes. Chacal's mother was blind in one eye- but it appeared as though this female was blind in both. 

She dropped the crab, and before it could scuttle away she dropped a paw on it, pushing it down and into the sand so she could hold it still. "I'sorry," She blurted, her voice a chirrup of three delicate notes, ascending. "I surprised you? I thought you did not want de crab." Her birdsong was simple and flutey, playful in its contour.