No matter what was going on, it could always be darker; Nita knows this well.

And whale, for that matter.

/We'll have to ask when we regroup, if they had to deal with these crabs in particular or just other monsters./

The distraction - in the form of another crab - is welcome, and Nita gives a strangled chuckle at Curufin's rhyme.

The chase does not get to last long for this crab, either.

/I think this is why whales stick to fish, for the most part,/ Nita quips, shaking her head. /Fish don't have pincers!/