Bearclaw Valley Blowing away the scenery around me

With a smile, the obsidian wolf nodded at the point of the youth to the crustacean. He observed how the child had not lashed out with anger or irritant behavior, greatly appreciating how his plan did not backfire even while it has not been successful.

"It hides from you, Xan. It hides in a shell."

Cry stared at the pup, his eyes twinkling in their amusement. Then the shadow covered the frozen gems with his dark paws, and curled up into a ball, only to unfurl and snickered at the ridiculous sight he pictured himself to be. 

After the image, the wolf barked softly to the understanding pup, labeling his action.

"That is what snails do. They hide."