Wheeling Gull Isle pi day

Heda decided they would go crabbing. Caracal bobbed his head. Crabs were slower than fish, easier to catch. Of course, they had sharp claws. Catching them without getting hurt was kind of an art. He’d gotten better at it since living on the island, though the little nicks on his flews were probably a clue…

I could use practice too, he said cheerily as they began to move toward the shallows. The surf or even a tidepool would suit best. I didn’t realize there were different kinds. I mean, I’ve hunted them quite a bit since living here and I guess I’ve noticed there were some differences, though mostly I was distracted by trying not to get pinched, he explained with a laugh.