Honeyed Pasture Take every chance you dare

Mason followed after the massive thwack and crack. He stuck close to his companion, and playfully pushed him with a shoulder. Mason’s tongue flicked out to touch  the stony casing of the creature. It was salty, something which made his mouth water. He would not take needed food from the malnourished lone wolf, however.

Mason reached out a paw to pat at the crab. It rolled, exposing a crack. Whether or not it was still alive Mason could not tell – it was still now though, as the massive impact appeared to have mercifully knocked it unconscious. An excited grumbling growl escaped Mason as he tried to bite at the crab with no real effect. It was weirdly slimy as well as hard.