Stavanger Bay to light a candle is to cast a shadow

“I s’pose I’ll be the judge of that, Miranda,” the druid said to him, voice like smoked honey.
 
The reminder that this creamy wolf had wandered down from the rocky slopes was not a deterrence for the earthy hound. He found the challenge to be something of a joy, knowing that it would surely result in some fun for the two of them.
 
Much to his surprise, once they were on the beach and searching for the little creatures, Miranda had quite a knack for digging them out of the sands. Within moments he had produced one in his teeth and was showing it off. Knaven looked to the specimen with a smirk. He drew his head back and nodded to his companion. It seemed like the crab would be a nice enough snack, even if it was on the shrimpy side. They wouldn’t be finding any of the large ones out there to begin with.
 
“That one might give you a pinch, best watch yerself,” he teased with a chuckle before scraping at the sands and pulling out his own. He ended its waving with a single crunch of his fangs.