Stavanger Bay all the small things

The crab was salty, its white and brown flesh stringy and fibrous. The crustacean made for a tasty morsel, one which the wolf swallowed down whole after crushing it with her jaws. Licking the sand and seasalt from her lips, she scanned the beach for another one.
A much larger figure catches her eye this time, and she raises her head to watch the other wolf in his approach, noticing the warm fiery hues of his pelt. Accepting of his complement and the male's neutral demeanour, she settles back down onto the sand with a playful shimmy of her svelte frame and a twinkle in her amber eyes. 

"Care to catch me another?"