Cub of Prideless
Played by Naboo

A child's work was never done, and as an envoy on behalf of his father - a dutiful position he'd picked solely himself to give himself purpose to accompany his desired task - next place on his list to explore was the shore. The sound of the ocean rolling against the sand and the sight of the sand particles drifting away loosely with the tug of the undertow was only exciting for a minute before he found himself dreadfully bored here. Until he saw it, scurrying and scuttling through the wet sand and not quite successful in being carried away by the waters just yet. It was armed, a heavy claw and a little pincer, freezing the moment the cub approached and puffing its arms to make itself look bigger. Avoiding a game he would remember later - the fun way his paws sunk into the sand and brought out water - he smacked the top of the crab's shell with his paws, making a game of avoiding the claws for as long as he could. But he hadn't expected that when he couldn't avoid it, it would hurt like heck. Tears pricked his eyes as his paw pad came down and was suddenly in the vice grip of the small red crab's claws, flailing and trying to trash his paw wildly as his ears pinned against his skull and a pathetic hiss managed to wheeze from between his lips.