saltier than the sea

Sneaking up on the smallest of her siblings seemed easier than it should. She allowed the fur along her spine to rise, shoulders pushing the rolls and crystals on her neck forward as her deer fangs quivered back and forth. Tide was too distracted by a little crab, perched so precariously on the edge of a rock. The angel on her shoulder was absent, all there was, was the little voice in her head telling her to do it. Push him in, what would it hurt? Wordlessly the girl rushed her brother, driving her shoulder into his rump and shoving. A viscous cackle leaving her throat as she made contact.

"speech"