lost at sea

The thing blinked its eyes, continuing in her drunken approach. Her stature reeked of innocent intent, given its submissive nature, and her tail curled 'round her haunch. Some of the clumps of seaweed that clung to her slid from her then-hunched back, and as it opened, what came from it were crabs. Some toddling toward the sea again, others not so much as moving. The wolf was not clairvoyant and did not know the business of crabs... then again, she hardly knew her own.

One crab darted in front of her, and she was decidedly distracted. She lurched after it, and she near-fell on her face. It had been a while since she had hunted, and her life fight had truly diminished both her strength and sense of anything. Truly it was luck that aside from sand, she was able to grab onto the crab... and luckier still that she did not receive its wrath as its pinchers were not facing her whiskers. It seemed the right thing to do, to offer this to the other, and she paused at last. She did not want to go too close, something felt off about that.

Her eyes fell to the other wolf nearby, but it was the assertive stance from Caiaphas that caused her to wilt, thing still clenched between her jaws.