Stavanger Bay inspecting the damages

Saskia didn't even seem aware of what a crab was, Charon estimated by her calling it 'this thing'. He remembered how terribly often he'd got pinched by crabs when he was just a little pup and didn't know what they were either. Until Shiv had showed him how to crack their shells, anyway, using rocks. Now it was Saskia's time to learn about crabs the hard way, he thought, feeling particularly devilish today.

"Yes," Charon said impatiently. "It's a beast. Inside the shell there's meat." The young Beta stared Saskia down then, the earlier smirk falling off his face, as though he was silently telling her 'go on, get on with it then'. On the inside he was still amused -- or rather, already amused at the thought of how hard a time Saskia might have cracking the shell without a clue of how to accomplish such a feat -- but he tried to stay strict on the surface. He needed his thralls to respect him, after all.