We cannot command Nature except by obeying her.

Beric had been doing his best to make sure the borders were secure, and had decided to do a bit of hunting, as well. Walking along the shoreline, he spotted a rather large crab and went after it, zigzagging to keep up with it. He hadn't ever hunted crab, so this was a learning experience. The crab stopped abruptly and he didn't think twice about going for it. His jaws opened wide but before he could close them on the little creature, a sharp pain went through his upper lip. He yelped and jerked his head back, but it seemed the crab was hanging on with a very sharp claw. Beric jerked his head from side to side, trying to get it off. It was a few moments of non-stop pain before it finally let go. The large male did not go after it again. He may have been bigger, but he was just defeated by a crab.

He watched it scurry into a hole, a low growl coming from his throat, signaling his displeasure at the change of luck he just had. The blood dripped from his lip and his tongue shot to lick it away. Turning towards the water, he waded in just a little and lowered his head so that the water splashed against his muzzle. He was no medic, but he knew running water was good for trying to heal wounds, and still water could make it worse. The ocean wasn't a river of rushing water, but it wasn't a lake, either.

Deciding his hunting was over for the moment, Beric laid down in the shallow water and let the waves crash into his chest.