Gilded Bay Oceanside Reservation

Hmm, seemed he'd forgotten to mention the pincers. Thankfully she'd pulled back before learning about them the hard way. Mitanni sighed, pursing her lips as she dropped her gaze to the crab again and, mindful of the pincers, nudged it back and away from the tide pool it was trying to escape into. How was she going to do this? Should just go hunt in the forest.

Her ears perked as the grey wolf suggested using a rock to crack the shell of the crustacean, and though the technique seemed a bit unorthodox it sounded considerably better than how she'd been going about it. "That might work," Mitanni commented thoughtfully.

Turning her head, she searched around for a rock that might be of a decent size for its purpose, and spotting one that she thought might work she very nearly turned to go grab it. At the last second, however, she remembered the crab, and sent a quick glance its way. It was currently where she left it, sort of huddled in place, but she didn't trust it to stay there while she got the rock.

Returning her dark amber eyes to the grey wolf, she hesitated before asking uncertainly, "Mind watching this for me?"