Heron Lake Plateau We are young, we have years ahead maybe

It surprised Niamh to hear that Raven didn't know what crabs were. It cured her, even just a little bit more, of her downtrodden feelings to be distracted from her woes. It also helped distract her from the fact that she was talking to Quixote's mate, or so she'd been told. But her mind had been far more occupied by her ire toward Screech than it had on her jealousy toward Raven, regardless. 

"Crabs," she began, "Are delicious. They're these bug-like sea creatures, like...uhm, yay big," She said, carefully indicating with her raised, injured paw and the other to show roughly the side of a crab's shell. "And they live near the ocean. Super easy to hunt, you just have to watch out for the claws on them- they have like...Two big arms that stick out of their face that have jaws on the end, but it's not even that hard to avoid them," She said. "I thought we could start a crab colony at the lake; let them multiply first, so there's enough, then use those as like...Treats, or like, even someone hurt like me could catch and kill a crab, easy- so injured wolves don't have to really hunt."