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Niamh nodded to his question about the crabs, and the way they had teeth on their feet. "I dunno if they have actual teeth, so they just kind of grab things with their mouth-feet-like pincers." She said. After all, if she had to draw any similarities between a wolf and a crab, the pincers would be much more like a wolf's jaws than anything else. As for their faces...Those feeler things were kind of weird, and she'd never really looked at one hard enough to see teeth. All she knew was that she liked crab meat- and if she could farm them in the lake at the plateau, then they could all enjoy them without having to travel to the ocean every time. 

"It's a plan then. But let's put a move on; them crabs are waiting, and so is Drageda," She said, stepping away from the swampy area they'd been in, and waving her tail. "North-ish, right?" She asked, ready to take direction, before she dashed in the wrong direction.