Gilded Bay When you gonna get grown?

Raptor had plucked a crab from one of the bay's pools and had taken it to a smooth slab of stone, where he stretched out his limber body belly and knees down, forepaws forward and rearpaws... rearward. The crab was still alive for now. It scuttled one way and another way, finding himself corralled by the sable pirate's front paws and limbs every few paces. This was the yearling's entertainment for the time while Smokestep and Sandpiper were off doing this and that. Looking for their siblings and their rock.

Raptor pulled a face: ears back, muzzle wrinkled, lips pursed, and a faraway look. Like a kid focusing as it takes a hard shit in its diaper. It was hard to what was going through the thief's mind. Some swallowed pain or envy, or a begrudgingly decision that it was time to do chores. His eyes went back for the crab but it had scuttled out in the brief window afforded it. It had not gotten far though. In half a tail's shake the crab was scooped up and crushed in the swarthy wolf's jaws.

He noticed another figure on the beach while he was still noisily crunching and smacking over his crustacean. The she-wolf's confident stride intrigued him and he started to lope toward her.

"Hey, you!" He sang out. "Hold up."