Gilded Bay Oceanside Reservation

Although he wasn't sure that his tactic would really work, she seemed willing to try it. He watched as she glanced around to find an effective tool, but was soon given a more helpful role in the whole situation. She asked him to keep an eye on the crab to make sure it didn't get away.

"Sure," he replied, standing and moving towards her. It only took a few steps to close the gap. As he neared, the crab seemed to shrink into itself, perhaps worried now that it was being faced by not one, but two predators. This made Floki's job easy enough; for the first few seconds, the crustacean was completely still. Eventually, though, it seemed to become braver and started to inch back towards the tidepool.

He clucked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "Not so fast," he said, placing a paw directly in the crab's path. He was careful to keep some distance so that it couldn't snap at him with its claws. It stopped in its tracks, then tried a different route, scuttling across the rocky sand away from Floki. "Hey!" he cried, reaching out to clip it with a forepaw and send it sprawling on its back once more.