Gilded Bay and all we need is two good wheels

Tegan seemed to catch on, so she left him to his own devices as she ate the soft, succulent insides of her own meal. There was a saltiness to it that appealed to her, and the watery-soft texture was surprisingly pleasant, for a wolf used to tearing through meat and plucking feathers or ripping a tough hide apart. The only tough bit with these was the shell, and that wasn't too bad, as long as the pincers were avoided and you kept your tongue out of the way of the shell's sharp edges. 

Tegan made some happy noises as he ate his, and she was pleased that he, too, enjoyed the taste of them. They weren't too filling, but tasty enough and super easy to catch. She felt that if they brought a couple back to the pack and they multiplied, at least they;d make a meal for anyone too tired or hurt to eat, so other wolves wouldn't have to hunt for them. Tegan's question, though, was a valid one. "I think we're just gonna have to carry them, kinda gently," She said, kicking the bottom shell away once she'd finished it. "Liiiiiiiike.." She began, as she searched for another one along the shore. Once she found one, she herded it away from the water, which was where it wanted to retreat, and hopped over it so she was approaching it from behind and scooped it up. Its pincers waved wildly in the air, but couldn't quite reach her cheeks or eyes. "Liss." She said, and put it down. "Sorry. 'this.' Like that." They had a few days ahead of them, so that was someting else to consider. "We'll have to find some way to keep them in water, but keep them from getting away while we sleep." She said, and shrugged. "Maybe like....Use rocks or sticks to keep them in one place, but with a bit of water?" She asked.