Gilded Bay we’ll go to a place that is safe from greed, anger, and boredom

"Tide pools..." he repeated, looking at the small pools of water around them. Did they still taste like salt? He probably couldn't drink from them. Hm... But that wasn't why they were there. He followed obediently as his companion trotted to a particular tide pool and began to instruct him...to put his head in. Diaval was starting to believe that this wolf was crazy or maybe just plain weird...which was a nicer way of saying 'crazy', really. Was this another euphemism that he didn't understand? The guy seemed serious enough.

"Uhhh...but-" he cut himself off, looking down into the pool. "What is a crab? And..." Well, to be frank, he didn't want to stick his head into the water. He'd wadded a bit into the ocean when he'd arrived and not only did it almost drag him out to sea, it also left his fur dry and itchy. He didn't want to say that, though - he was very sure that was rude. "- what am I looking for?" he finished, feeling an anxious dread crawl into his stomach the longer he looked at the pool.