Gilded Bay Oceanside Reservation

Once the crab was out of commission on its back, Floki was able to relax a little bit. The crustacean struggled, trying to right itself with its pincers, but it would take more time than was available to it; Floki glanced up to see his companion returning with a rock wedged between her jaws, meaning that their little beach-dwelling friend wouldn't be much longer for this world.

As soon as she was close enough, the mottled she-wolf unceremoniously dropped the stone onto the crab's shell. There was a thud and Floki thought he heard a crunch. He watched as she used her snout to push the rock out of the way and reveal the crab's cracked shell. "Nice!" he congratulated with a swish of his tail.

"Now pry it open and taste it," he encouraged. He didn't expect her to share -- after all, the crustacean was not very large -- but would perhaps catch one for himself if she confirmed that the meat was tasty and worth the trouble.