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He was glad that there was little effort on his part to attempt to communicate to the young wolf. A simple growl of his stomach, and the two began scouring the seashore for whatever strange delicacies the seawolves devoured on a daily basis. He was eager to taste the food here and judge if he would like to linger by the seashore, if for a little while.

The pair quickly found meals swimming in the small pools of water leftover by the roaring waves. There were tiny fish - too tiny to even make a snack of - and a strange rock that the younger wolf took interest in. Hush had his doubts about poking the thing, his doubts quickly came into fruition as claws and strange, spider-like legs unfurled from under its rock-like shell. Hush blinked in surprise, but his initial shock quickly wore off as he pounced on top of the creature like a fox would do, trying to crack its shell. It could be broken, couldn't it? Or did it really wear a rock on top of its back?