Ankyra Sound Tidechaser

Once she was ready, Chacal waded into the water, just deep enough that it would rise up past her elbows when a wave rolled in. The cold of the water was shocking; it was one thing to dabble about in the surf, but wading in to the point where the water touched her belly was very, very uncomfortable. She couldn't imagine what it must have felt like for her packmates to have dashed in for the Seafoam Run. With the air as cool as it was, it made her shudder and reconsider her decision to try and train in the water. She didn't even think the Seafoam Run was practical- so why was it she was trying to do this now?

Likely because she wanted to prove herself to her mothers...Though she didn't approve of their chosen methods of deciding who would help lead the pack. 

So she told herself she wasn't going to train for the Seafoam Run not because the water was way too cold, but because she still did not believe it was a fair or safe way to choose a worthy addition to the leadership. She pulled herself from the water and had just paused to shake the water out of her pelt when she caught movement out of the corner of her eye which, at first, looked as though one of the sand dunes had shifted rapidly. She too side-stepped in surprise and peered hawkishly over at the beige wolf who had an air of surprise about her as well- though the reason for her to have been startled was fairly obvious. A crab scuttled away from her, and not wanting to waste the opportunity, Chacal sprinted after it. 

The beige wolf didn't take the opportunity to chase it down, so Chacal did. She zipped past and snatched the crab up in her jaws, maneuvering it in her mouth with her tongue so that the pinchers couldn't reach her cheeks, though they flailed around and strummed her whiskers in an attempt to find something to punish. She turned around and pranced back to the beige wolf, uttering a coy chuff and clicking her teeth against the crab's shell as though to tease her with the meal she'd let go.