Crab Attack

A lone pachycephalosaurus walks along the beach as the sun rises. It's a rather quiet morning, no other dinosaurs seem to be present on this part of the beach. 

Sea birds soar over the water, calling to one another, and waves slowly lap against the shore. It's very calming on her troubled mind.

She got into a fight last evening with one of her packmates- Cove, an oviraptor- and left the herd early this morning to walk her frustrations off. She knows that she is in the wrong with this argument but couldn't find a way to say sorry last night. She's hoping to find a make up gift along the beach this morning. 

The sun reflects off of the water making it look like it's full of sparkling gemstones. Frost stops to watch the sea birds dive into the deeper water. She can't swim out that far but she can walk in the shallow water.

Double checking that the net draped along her back is secure, Frost slowly walks into the shallow water. The water is cool but not cold against her featherless skin. When the sun hits her skin she feels as if her reflection is blinding- her very pale white skin with blue markings stands out against the teal water. 

Frost kicks at a rock before leaning down to pick up a shell. It's a dull pink. Very pretty. Maybe one of her packmates would like it? She puts it into the net draped along her back and continues wading through the shallow waters for a bit longer. She doesn't spot any more interesting shells but does manage to find some tasty looking kelp and reeds.  

Wind gently blows against the palm trees along the shore as she makes her way onto the beach. Palm leaves and coconuts come loose as the wind hits the trees.

Frost eyes the coconuts. Those could be good if she could figure out a way to open them without destroying them. She picks a coconut up and looks it over, trying to think of a non messy way to open it. 

As she's thinking, one coconut falls and hits a pile of sand and wood underneath the tree, knocking loose some of the wood. 

A crab burrow! 

A red and orange crab pokes its head out of the sand and looks around. It spots Frost and charges towards her, furiously snapping its claws. 

“Go away!” Frost snaps at the crab as she tries to move away from it, kicking sand at the crab. “I didn't disturb your burrow!” The crab keeps following her though and almost manages to pinch her heels. She tosses her coconut at it but the crab dodges. 

The crab races forward and pinches her foot. Snarling, Frost kicks the crab away. It lands nearby and gets back up, charging at her again.  

She lowers her head and charges. She hits the crab and sends it flying. The crab bounces on the sand and tumbles further down the beach, landing between two more piles of sand and wood. 

More crabs pop out of the burrows until there are a total of seven crabs in the sand. Most of the crabs are red or orange but there is a large one with a more purple like colouring. 

They make a beeline towards Frost, snapping their claws at her.

Frost eyes the crabs with displeasure. “Seven crabs! Are you kidding me right now?” She grumbles to herself as she gets ready to knock them all out. 

Frost doesn't hesitate and charges through the hoard of crabs. She knocks them away but they quickly right themselves and rush towards her again.

As she charges through once more, one red crab manages to pinch her leg while another pinches her tail. The purple crab clamps down on one of her toes and she snarls in pain. She flails, throwing the three crabs off of herself, but ends up surrounded by the remaining crabs.

One crab rushes forward and Frost stomps on it, breaking its shell into tiny pieces. One down, six more to go!

The other crabs are not concerned with their deceased companion and rush towards her again. They're fast, but so is she! 

The next two crabs get charged into a rock, shells splitting open upon impact.

The large purple coloured crab is dealt with next. Frost uses her tail to hit that one into a palm tree. The crab is dazed and she quickly finishes it off with a stomp.

The next two crabs are a bit more difficult to kill but only because Frost is tired from taking on the other crabs. She ends up leading the pair towards some rocks and smashes them against it with her head when they get close enough. 

The final crab is a pain to deal with. It is smaller than the rest and is difficult to land a kick on. It latches onto her foot and will not let go, no matter how hard she kicks at it. She flails and drags the crab through the sand but the crab has a strong grip. Frost ends up grabbing a coconut and uses that to smash the crab to pieces. 

Frost sits down on the beach, sighing in relief as none more crabs attack her. Her body aches where the crabs had pinched her. Their grip was a lot stronger than she thought it would be! 

Seven crab carcasses litter the beach. What's she supposed to do with these? Maybe her pack mate will like some? Crab meat isn't something she likes to eat but the oviraptor may enjoy it. Most of the shells are too damaged to be used for anything but food, but all the crab legs are intact. Frost begins collecting the crabs and places them into her net. 

Some sea birds fly over and pick at the crab carcasses further away so she leaves them be.

With her beach haul secure Frost picks up a coconut and heads back the way she came, ready to apologize to her packmate.