Fjallraven knew to be thankful that Magnus was around to protect her and care for her. Everyday she woke up with a quiet gasp and looked for him just to make sure that he had not run off and left her. She had seen the way he looked at Viora with respect and she had felt a sense of... what? It wasn't happiness that was for sure. It made her feel queasy and her eyes burn. So many times she would drift back to that and find a tightening in her chest, an ache for breath that she hadn't realized she was holding, but she still had no name for it. All she really knew was that talking about it to Magnus was a complete and utter no-no! So it stung now as he scolded her and led her away from the den to the ocean side intent on making her hunt for her own food. She felt like what she was - a failure. She was not strong of spirit - that much they had already ascertained - and she half wished the waves would drag her in and take her away.

Almost she flinched at his words because hadn't she done poorly at everything? At existing? She had little drive because every time that she tried she failed. Nothing could squish out her fire faster than failing and watching that disapproving look on the faces around her. It was lucky really the new Alpha hadn't come around. He would easily have squashed her right then and there.

She didn't get a chance to wallow in her own self pity because he draws her attention to oysters and her golden eyes widen in surprise as she leans down so close that water splashes into her nostrils and gets sucked down her airways. Fjallraven jolts back and sputters, coughing and hacking with extreme embarrassment before creeping back to his side once more to stare at them with more concern for her nasal passages. "They look like rocks," she murmurs in fascination, glancing swiftly at Magnus with a brilliant grin as if he has found the key to life. "You are so smart. Thank you," she says abruptly before thrusting her muzzle into his in a very ungraceful manner before turning her attention back to the oysters.

Ten he said and ten she would get! She waddles deeper into the water and spies some more, eagerly digging her small claws around them and thrusting them backward until they flew out of the surf and onto the beach. It was fun! And so easy! She yips in excitement now as she spies another one, lunging from the water and splashing right into it once more closer to her quarry. Again she does this - over and over she leaps around with excited rumblings and wagging tail (flinging so much water everywhere), until she has a pile past ten going on the beach.

Finally she realizes that she has more than enough and lunges out, stopping for a second to shake off all over Magnus and then nudging her oysters and clams towards the rock and thrusting them at it until they cracked open. Hesitantly she blinks at Magnus while leaning down and letting her tongue lap out at the nasty material inside. A look of wonder and shock passes across her face as she slurps it up. "It tastes good! Magnus, this tastes good!" Then she does the next one and the next one and pauses on the fourth as a dull pearl drops out, her ears pricking in surprise. "What is it?"