Ocean's Breath Plateau Fisherman and Guests

Rodyn chuckled. It can be. But most hunts can be, can't they?

He thought of the wounds he had gotten. Even from simply hunting otters. They had forever scarred his face. But then again, otters weren't exactly benign. They didn't roll over for predators.

He grasped a smallish rock in his jaws, but still big enough to crack a shell. Then with a year of practice under his belt, he darted a paw out. Scooping the crab before it could really fathom, dropping it to the ground and swiftly letting the rock drop down on top of it. IT didn't always work, but this time he hoped it did.