Ravensblood Forest grillwalker

Atreyu flicked an ear as he heard Ragnar's inquiry, glancing over his shoulder with a grin. "Crabs, of course!" he responded. He could almost taste them. Although it was easy enough for one wolf to make a meal out of the quick critters, the prospect of having a larger companion helping him made the boy dizzy with excitement. They could catch twice as many! Maybe Ragnar could even take some back to his own pack so they could also experience what the ocean had to offer.

Upon nearing the beach, the boy wiggled his toes in the sand before leaping forward, eyes scanning the sandy shores intently. Tiny shadows skittered around on the surface near the water, slick from the incoming tide. They had maybe half an hour, tops, to "hunt". Lowering himself to the ground partially in a ready stance, the boy motioned for the Alpha to do the same. "Good pickings tonight," he said in a hushed voice, as if the crabs would be able to hear them. For all Atreyu knew, maybe they could hear them, they mustn't let their prey know what the wolves had in mind. "When I give the signal, I'll dig and you stomp," he said, turning to Ragnar with determination in his eyes. Crab-hunting was a serious business. Waiting a few moments for the man to ready himself (or to ask any questions if he had any), the boy then flicked his tail upright.

"Now!" he cried, racing forward with his teeth bared in what he imagined was a terrifying display. He quickly set to work digging up the holes that littered the shoreside, small crabs emerging from each of their homes and scattering, obviously wondering what on earth was happening.