Hell

Tonravik lay in silence for a while... but the sound of her mates movement distracted her into awareness. She opened one eye, and when he waded out of the waters, the other dark eye opened as well. For a moment she remained where she was... until there was a peculiar noise. She turned to leave the waters, herself... and noted her mate holding something gently between his jaws.

She had seen the likes of these things before, but not around here. More near the ocean setting. She withdrew sharply, noting its pincers... but when it did not move, she leaned in tentatively. Withdrew again, in case it feigned its death... and nosed it, jumping backward, slamming her paws against the water and standing rigidly. Still the tiny thing did not move. So she darted near to it again, reaching for the dead thing. Her tail waved; she liked the meat of the crawfish... but not its pinching claws, as evidenced by her initial reaction to it.