Stavanger Bay I'm gonna lay my favorite shirt out neat

He was nervous, it was clear to see. But not because she was threatening, she was sure. The serpent within her coiled, glad to see she still had an effect on men. Besides, he was rather dashing now, wasn't he.

She watched him lope away, seemingly intoxicated with an idea. She kept the crab in the area, wary of its pincers now. Vegas came back with a rock. Her ears cupped with interest. Then he dropped the rock on the creature. Perhaps one would see it as cruel but this was the wild. The wild was to eat or be eaten -- and wolves were the eaters.

She followed his instruction, pressing down hard and digging her blunt nails into the shell until - crack - she went through the shell and the legs of the crab stopped moving. She tilted her jeweled gaze to meet his deep, bright blue. Noticing how is changed throughout the iris. 
"So now you just eat it?" She asked, her tail waving softly. She wanted to share it with him, for his efforts. Perhaps give him more. She loved to give more.