Stavanger Bay to light a candle is to cast a shadow

The rogue did not hesitate to crack a smug expression at the sight of the other floundering a bit in his pain. It wasn’t enjoyment in the act of the pinch itself, but that Knaven had so easily predicted the movement by their prey. Those crabs were not to be trifled with, he knew. There had been more times than he could count when he had suffered a similar burst of pain and distortion. As a pup, the young druid had returned to his parents with three clipped on his tail, yowling like the it would be his final day on earth and never forgetting that he could be surprised by any creature – large or small.
 
The two finished their crab hunt and Knaven parted ways with Miranda with a cheery nod of his head and a wag of his tail. The creamy fellow faded from his sight and he set his course for the northeast stretch of beach that seemed to carry the length of the coastline with it. The druid thought about Lionel and Bijou and whether or not they would be close behind or if they had found themselves in trouble.