Cerulean Cape crustacean frustration

Her demeanor shifted, and Dragon twitched an ear as she explained the reason for her upset. Once again, the corsair stared at her for a moment. "Hah?" He sniggered, expecting her to admit she was joking. But she wasn't, and this took him back for a moment. He did not come from a place where soft hearts toward other animals was a thing; other animals, even other wolves that were not one of your own, were food.

"It's a crab, girl." He said, arching a single brow, his tail swishing. She puzzled him and it showed across his brows and in his questioning gaze. "It doesn't suffer. It doesn't have feelings. It doesn't think. It's food." He rolled his broad shoulders. "Suffering is when wolves starve," he said. He knew that well.