Stavanger Bay percee scan

This time, the pup followed her instructions correctly and the bird watched on eagerly. She admired the power wolves had in their jaws. Where she would have taken ten minutes to pry open the shell — bit by bit with repetitive stabbing motions — the wolf had it open in two single smacks against the hard rock. Throwing the creature downwards, Charon successfully opened the crab's shell. Shiv watched in wonder as it rebounded off the rock and spiralled through the air, little bits of red shell flying in all directions before it landed with a soft thunk in the sand.

She hurriedly followed the boy and the two hungry creatures studied their prey. A white paw suddenly entered Shiv's vision and she cawed loudly at it, bouncing back as Charon begun to try and get at the insides. With a click of her beak, the magpie attempted to shoo his prying toes away, making to waddle in between him and the crab and use her nifty beak to finish the job. Where wolves had strength, she had deftness. "Charon not have beak, have clunky paws," she told him, looking back at her companion and glancing once at his toes again before leaning forward and chipping away the rest of the crab's shell, exposing the white flesh underneath.