Stavanger Bay crab city

The world beyond the den was unimaginably vast, filled with creatures that were Not Wolves, and scents that did not belong to The Den. Her initial instinct was to hunt the scuttling creature, although she did not understand why. Furthermore, she did not know how to achieve such a goal. At best, she could try to follow it, intent on stalking it beyond the mouth of the den.

That was, until something flung the crab aside. Sandpiper blinked, her dark blue eyes still foggy as she learned how to see. She peered about owlishly, before catching sight of her cousin; a creature that she understood to be her littermate, but one did not smell as comforting as her true blood brothers and sister.

That being said, she had no qualms in launching herself at the oversized paw that had knocked her crab toy away. Never one to shy away from a tussle (and often one to instigate them), she lurched forward in attempt to sink her needle-like milk teeth into Julep's paw. She had only recently discovered this wonderful new way of gripping things, and was eager to try it on just about everything in sight.

Her excited growling intensified.