The creek crabs in this valley looked a bit larger than the Blue Crabs from the outer streams. They sported claws significantly bigger than the Blue Crabs, though their shells were also quite a bit harder. Fortunately, they lacked the foul, mossy stench of the Brown Crabs. Bubbly had tested them out, confirming they were edible with a good flavor, so Simon conveniently caught a few more to take home for a taste.
The group began packing up to head home. Their gathered supplies looked like a lot, but in reality, it was just enough for the next market day. Simon tilted his head toward the sky, noticing the red hues of sunset had already fallen, and let out a soft sigh.
"What is wrong?" Wyatt, walking beside his brother, could not help but ask in a low voice. The kid was clearly ecstatic just a moment ago, yet now he looked utterly displeased.
Were all Omegas this sentimental, flipping between sadness and joy so quickly?
