Dragoncrest Cliffs Arowana

Crabs are plenty entertainin’ to me, he said in his drab voice. The young wolf’s mouth had curled into a small smirk. He didn’t see why the other boy’s plan wouldn’t work. Quennell had a good head about him. He opened Swordfish’s mind to a new concept when hunting. Bait would be a great tool for the young wolf to use in his future food excursions.

Bet there’s some in the sand over here.

Swordfish prowled forward, sniffing at the granules along the beach. Sometimes he could see where the crabs would shuffle out of the sand and scurry along with their sideways walk. Just ahead, near Quennell’s paws! A red-shelled crustacean just waiting to be used to lure gulls. His ears pointed tall and he chuffed to his hunting partner.