it's going down, i'm yelling timber

<style type="text/css">q {font:13px Georgia; color:#9E0853; font-weight:bold;}</style>Mmmn, no, she replied, watching with an amused grin the way Pump observed the crab. Crabs were strange creatures, not taken to being toyed with, but of course, the hermits were simply too weak to harm a wolf. Now, one of the crabs whose shells were fused on their backs... Those were much more aggressive and violent. They would clamp onto the sensitive toe and lock like a vice, to be shaken off by only the most dedicated of forelimb shakes.

Her ears swivelled back toward the sea, and now she remembered the rain. She had laid in it so long her coat was soaked full through, but it was warmer on the coast than inland. The chill breeze didn't bother her in the slightest. Crab is not fare for starving wolves, she clarified, once again stressing that they were nothing but a snack. A treat. She didn't know much about Pump, but might have been more inclined to let the issue go if she knew Pump was an opportunist, and not really a wolf for enjoying simple pleasures, as Jinx at times did.