Ravensblood Forest grillwalker

Poor Ragnar, haha, we can finish this up soon if you want <3

Excited laughter bubbled from the boy's maw, his eyes alight as he spun in small circles, roughly digging into the sand then quickly moving onto a new patch. The tiny crabs, with their hard shells shining in the light of the setting sun, clumsily scuttled away from their perpetrators in a panic. From the corner of his eye, Atreyu spied Ragnar crushing the critters with his much larger forepaws. If he was honest with himself, part of the reason the boy enjoyed hunting crabs so much was the sheer sadistic pleasure of feeling their shells crush underneath his paws. True, they also weren't among the more satisfying of meals out there but, if one gathered enough, it was good enough for the young wanderer.

Plus, they were quite tasty once you got past the pinchers.

Rearing onto his hind legs, the boy slammed his paws down heavily onto a small group of crabs that were hurrying to escape the massacre. A few got away but the rest surrendered underneath Atreyu's weight with a satisfying crunch. With a happy snort, he then turned to Ragnar, tail wagging uncontrollably. "How many did you get?" he barked, trotting over and surveying their work. Small bunches of the crustaceans lay scattered around the area, more than enough to make a meal out of - at least, enough for Atreyu. "Pretty good, for a beginner," he commented, grinning, unsure if the Alpha had ever hunted crab before. His efforts were appreciated, though. Bending down, Atreyu pinned one of the still twitching creatures with a paw, quickly nipping each of the small pinchers off before hungrily wolfing the rest of the body down. Normally, he would be more methodical, biting each tiny leg off and cracking the shell open but, today, hunger got the better of the youth. "You ca' haff one too," he said up to his helpful companion.