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Crabs were certainly a great deal of trouble when they wanted to be. The titan could recall having been a young pup, thinking that he could catch the creatures without fail. He’d had one latch to his tail, another on his ear, and a big one snapped tightly to his upper lip. As a young boy, he’d yelped and yelped until his mother had come around to help him get the crustaceans off of his face and rear. The one on his lip had left a scar that she had worked to clear away. As he’d aged, the warhound had gotten much better at dealing with the vicious little creatures from the sea.
 
A curling smile formed on his lips when the crab found purchase in the stranger’s mouth. He shook his head and swung around before latching his sights on Ford and requesting assistance. The skeletal wolf moved forward and peered at the small crustacean with an amused expression. Then, he latched his hollow mismatched gaze to the other wolf and reached out with his teeth to grip the grab there. If Hogo would hold still, Ford would be able to grip the crab in his mouth and bite down to kill the animal.