Cerulean Cape there's your obstacle.

It seemed Penn was destined to have a crab dangling from his face for the rest of his life. He considered accepting this fate--after all, it didn't seem like they had a choice. He had tugged back until he'd felt his lip tear, at which point he had stopped fighting and merely stood looking pathetic, bewildered and in pain. It was then he'd begun to contemplate what the rest of his life would be like with this wicked huge rock spider stuck to him. Maybe he should befriend it. Give it a name. They could travel and put on shows for all the wolves in the Wilds to see. Wouldn't that be fun.

It was the crunch of Maia's teeth through the creature's shell that snapped him out of his forlorned contemplation. He blinked in surprise as some of the weight fell away. He backpedaled once he knew he was free, tripping over his legs and landing hard on his haunches in the sand. He shook his head and blinked, licking his lips a few times and finding nothing there but his own blood seeping from the fresh cut on his upper lip. He wondered if it would scar. Maybe it would look cool. He didn't mind scars as long as they made him look cool.

But anyway.

"Fucking OUCH, what the SHIT WAS THAT??" he shouted as his emotions caught back up to him. He lowered his head, hackles bristled all along his black spine as he glared at the remains of the hellish creature in the sand in front of Maia.