Honeyed Pasture Take every chance you dare

Hush followed his lead and pounced on the crab as it made is way towards the darker wolf. Mason watched carefully as Hush attempted to squash the crab down. Its pincers jabbed wildly but thankfully appeared to mostly miss their mark. It was probably being blinded by the sand-filled fur atop its body – wait, did it have eyes?

Mason shook the confusing thoughts off. He noticed that the shell was certainly withstanding the weight of a wolf. The pincers were an issue – could they snapped off? Mason didn’t want to shovel his face under Hush’s paws and jaws to get at the thing so he suggested: “Maybe try an’ throw it at a rock?” His voice was eager and excited – he wanted to see what was inside this new treasure.