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Clock had been wandering the coast, fascinated by the ocean which he had never seen up until his recent arrival to the Teekon Wilds. He stopped to investigate a crab on the rocky shore. He woofed playfully at it and and bowed his forepaws to the ground, holding his haunches high and wagging his tail with youthful pleasure. Clock was only two years old and still prone to acts of play. He bounded happily around the crab as it waved one of its pincers threateningly at him, completely oblivious to the weapon. He dove in to give the crab a playful nip and screamed in a high-pitched whine when the crab's pincer clamped down on his nose and held fast. Clock scrabbled backward across the rough ground, trying to dislodge the irate crab. He pawed frantically at the hard little body with its hard, alien-like legs that were twitched to and fro as they tried to find purchase. The crab clamped harder and Clock's eyes began to water from the pain. He growled in frustration and shook his head hard. It seemed to daze the crab a little, but the vicious creature did not let go. It was as if the crab were determined to teach the wolf a lesson.

Starting to panic a little, Clock set off at a run, barking as loud as he could the whole way as he tried to scare the crab off of him. As he ran, Clock used his front paws to bat at the little body. Pretty soon, he saw another wolf off in the distance, calmly grooming her gleaming white coat. Clock ran right in her direction, hoping with all hope that she was friendly. So far, all of the wolves he had met in these parts were friendly. "Excuse me!" he called when they were within shouting distance. He hoped his voice didn't betray how panicked he was, but dear god!, his nose was having the oddest sensation of throbbing and being numb at the same time. Plus, the strange creature that was the crab was starting to weird him out. "Can you.... um, help me?"