Big Salmon Lake Mmm, salmon!

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She commented that it sounded nice living on an island. He nodded in agreement. It was rather nice, if it wasn't for the fact that the Ridge wolves hated their current location. Yes, it was easy to patrol borders, but sometimes it could be tedious, knowing other wolves out there hated you because you represented competition, and always having to watch your back. It was no way to live. He wanted, needed a place he felt safe. The Isle was turning out not to be that place.

She asked what a crab was, and he took a moment to think how to describe it. It's a creature that likes to live on the beach. It varies in size, but usually just a little bigger than my paw, he said, holding it up for her to see. They have a hard shell, and usually one or two big claws, with six thin legs that they scurry around with. The claws hurt when they pinch you, but their meat is juicy if you're looking for something different to eat. For him, they really weren't worth the trouble of catching. He preferred his land-dwellers, ditching kicks to the head, and the thrill of bringing something down so much larger than himself.