Gilded Bay Oceanside Reservation

He smirked, though not in an unfriendly way, as the she-wolf attempted to use her teeth on the crab's shell. Before her fangs could get anywhere near its hard outer surface, however, it waved its claws. Floki had forgotten to warn her about the animal's pincers. This turn of events, of course, prompted a question that drew a nod from Floki.

"Yeah, sorry, I didn't think to mention those. It can pinch you if you're not careful," he said, though his advice was wholly unhelpful now that she had nearly experienced the crab's attack first-hand. He wrinkled his nose thoughtfully and eyed the crustacean, which was edging back towards the water. "What if you smash it with a rock?" he suggested. He shifted slightly, as though contemplating moving closer, but didn't get up just yet. He didn't want to intrude on her personal space, although the unspoken offer to try to help her hung in the air.