Gilded Bay Oceanside Reservation

He watched and waited with anticipation as the she-wolf had her first bite of seafood. She seemed to turn the flavors over in her mouth, carefully considering them, before giving him her conclusion. She asked if he had eaten such a delicacy before, and he shook his head.

"No, I haven't, but I'm about to," Floki replied even as he reached into the tidepool. The shallow water was frigid, but it was easy to spot other crustaceans creeping around on the bottom. With a few awkward swipes of his paws, he managed to pull one out, plopping it onto the beach next to the half-eaten one. "Mind if I use this?" he asked, picking up the rock with his mouth without waiting for an answer.

Imitating the other wolf's technique, he dropped the stone onto the crab before it had a chance to get its bearings and try to escape back to the water. Then, he pulled back the shell with his teeth, a salty and fishy odor filling his nostrils. He glanced up at his companion before taking a small bite, finding it to be cold and a little chewy, but overall satisfactory.