Gilded Bay Oceanside Reservation

The black and brown wolf was glued to her spot as the male she'd spotted began to stroll towards her. Though there was nothing apparent in his posture to suggest a threat, Mitanni was still nervous and took a cautious step back even before he reached her. Nice company or not, she wasn't much of a gambler and hated taking risks when they involved potential harm to her well-being.

Mitanni watched him warily and noticed how his brilliant blue eyes darted toward the shelled sea creature at her paws. Her own eyes fell to it too and she had to resist the sudden urge to draw it closer. It was her find, her meal if it even could be counted as one, and she was still very hungry.

Rather than make any advances toward the crustacean, however, he only offered a name to call it by, indicating that it was a crab. Some of her defensiveness relaxed out of her lithe frame as she let her amber eyes stare down at what she now knew to be called a crab, and again Mitanni raised a foreleg to paw at it and topple it onto its side. "Can I eat it?" she asked, lifting her eyes to search the grey wolf's face for an answer. Did he know how these crabs worked?