I knew she wanted it before she even said it. I could see it in her eyes, this huntress, a ferocity of the savage kiillers within us all. I find my fur bristling slight upon my back like silver and red lace flaring in the wind. I find that I my eyes wander back to the crab, looking at it and how strange and different it was from the wold. The creatures of the sea were always oh so different than those of fur and red hot blood. They were crafted with many more legs, many more joints it seemed. They held no particular skeletons on the inside, but instead a hard outer shell. Their pincers were quite painful, and I certainly did not want to get pinched, especially not right here and right now.

I am not too surprised when Aithne turns her head towards me, and she gets so very close in doing so. I do not deny such a closeness, do not hold discomfort with this fact, and am in fact glad that she decided to allow me even close to the bubble that is her personal space. Her voice is that of a commander to me, and I find myself straightening up slightly.

I must admit I am compelled to comply in some way. I want her to get the crab she wanted, to taste and feast upon something new. The tongue was a strange and amazing part of the body. No other part of the body tastes, and it is like the sensor, the guardian of the stomach. I enjoy my sense of taste coupled with smell, and I knew crab is a delight...well, if you don't mind a little bit of shell here and there.

My blue and lavender eyes increase in determination. She wishes to know how to kill it, and I will show her how it is done. I have killed my fair share of crabs before, they are not always the most simple, but it is doable. I give a lick of my lips, my tall form moving quickly. I harass it from the back side, my muzzle sudden striking like a snake. I am the falcon of the sky, diving towards my desired prey with a slick determination only mirroring that of my very commander before me.

My fangs reach and grasp the behind. I cannot be pinched from this angle- if I am careful, but it is still quite hard to kill. The underside is where it is at. I use my bottom teeth, attempting to give a good bite down and puncture the underside as I growl due to no immediate success. I then flip it over, my font paws reaching to hold down the back legs down. Sand glitters and the water of the ocean continues to lap in and out, not reaching us. I attempt to push the head and claws into the sand, and part of me hoped that Aithne would consider, perhaps, helping me bury the side that may damage me, a quick flick of my eyes looking up at her before I take another jab at the underside.

"Here- you won't get through the top, but...hey!" I state, surprised as the pincers fling my way in an attempt to grasp my nose. I am quick to pull back though, my face wrinkling in unhappiness. I still hold the bottom legs down, and it does struggle, and I can see that it will give me more trouble than I wish it would. I want to make sure she knows though, is it too much to ask to just have a moment to explain things? I growl softly, knowing that she must be waiting for the kill. I suddenly jab out again, my teeth aiming this time for a pincer, aiming right behind so that I crack and snap it off after a good few bites and a twist of my head. At the very least, she will have the large, tender claw meat to eat this fine evening.