Gilded Bay Oceanside Reservation

With the grey wolf agreed to watch the crab, Mitanni flashed him a quick, appreciative smile and darted off at a lope toward the rock she'd already scouted out. It wasn't too far away, thankfully, but all the while that she loped towards it her ears remained trained backward, listening to make sure that her prize from the tide pool didn't get away.

She managed to get over to the rock--which turned out to be slightly bigger than it had appeared from a distance--before she heard the blue-eyed crab-sitter address his charge. Uh oh. Was it getting away? Mitanni shot a glance over her shoulder, but the grey wolf didn't appear too perturbed. Good. They were sure going through a lot of trouble for this, but at this point it wasn't even really about her hunger anymore but stubbornness at its finest. She was going to have this crab for a meal--somehow.

After one failed attempt, Mitanni managed to get the rock between her teeth and picked it up, carefully hefting its weight as a startled statement from her assistant made it clear the crab was giving him a hard time. No, no, don't get away! At a trot, she hurried to return to the grey wolf and the escaping crab, doing her best to peer around the object she carried in order to see where the crab currently was.

The feeling of success was palpable as she spotted the crustacean sprawled upon its back, and though the expression was lost as she carried the rock her eyes brightened in a grin. It wasn't going to get away, not now. Mitanni wasted no time, and as soon as she was close enough she lifted her head and let the heavy rock fall atop the crab. Her full attention was fixed on the rock and, presumably, the crab beneath, and again she licked at her lips. "Think that did it?" she asked almost excitedly, leading with her nose as she lowered her head to try nudging the heavy rock out of the way.

It had worked alright. As she scooted the rock back, she revealed the crab below, partly crushed and imprinted awkwardly in the sand.