Cerulean Cape See, it works in monkeys.

Lokie was standing still as they approached, and returned his friend's look of disapproval, though Lokie's was more comical. Whadya lookin' at me like that for? I was just tryin'a warn her, he said, his accent coming through as he tried to defend himself. Connor began, as Lokie could only describe as torture, to hit the crabs off of him. Ow, hey, ah! he replied as each of the crabs were unceremoniously taken off of him. Leave some fur, will ya?! When all the crabs were gone, Lokie shook his coat out, feeling better, although blood did drip from his ear. 

He turned to the she wolf as Connor did, not interrupting as he correctly explained that Lokie was making sure she didn't drink the water. It seemed, as she explained, that there was no need for the warning. She already knew. But, she did confirm Lokie was right, so he didn't feel like a complete fool. 

Since that was settled, Lokie introduced them. This is Connor, he said, motioning towards the larger male. And I'm Lokie, he added with a friendly smile. The crabs were all but forgotten, and now Lokie was more focused on a new friend.