Cerulean Cape Anenthemonae

Aimless traveller, Hati had found himself along the coastline; a far departure from the comfort of the mountains and glades her hailed from; yet to a degree, this salt-touched breeze was refreshing, and the view wasn't half-bad, as stained as his being here was to begin with. He dismissed it, yet secretly admired the serenity of the landscape, peaceful... silent... calm—

YOUWCH!

Somebody was having a bad day. Sharpened ears perked the way of the startled yowl and the shadowed man would rise to investigate. He brushed a burr off his white chin and carried on out of the coastal brush and onto the flooded rocky plateau to see another splashing about the tide pools, reeling and brushing at his nose whilst a guilty-looking crab shimmied away and slipped beneath the waters surface once more. 

This other held a similar figure to his own, albeit, far less refined and perfected than Hati's, but his sort of beauty was a standard seldom reached, he could excuse it.

Trekking across the watery plateau, he'd tilt his head and allow a low, smooth tone to fall from his jaws once he was close enough to be heard. I don't believe you're meant to catch them by the claw. He'd critique with the gentlest of raised brows and scruitinizing looks, as if he did indeed know anything about hunting crabs.