Now that his broken body was healed, Grimshaw found very little reason to stay within the borders of the Armada unless it be for training or border patrol. Instead, he found himself hunting as he usually did before his trip to the Hallows and his stint of recovery thereafter. With his stitches removed and given the clear to be gentle on himself, he hardly listened to much else besides that his bed rest was over. He spent half the morning beach combing, though he was mostly looking for crabs. Unfortunately for him however, they all seemed to scatter away when he would approach. Figured. He was a massive wolf, after all.

Sighing, he started to think. A pitfall worked with reindeer when he hunted with that large feline, so he wondered if it could work here. Grabbing the bucket he had used to collect the very few things he had found so far, he dug a shallow hole and stuck it inside. Filling around it with sand to keep it sturdy, Grim went to collect the leaves from a nearby plant to barely cover the hole. Crabs probably wouldn't walk right up to it and fall in, but they also weren't very heavy either. Finding the right type of leaf would be difficult, but after a few tries he settled on a particular leaf that seemed the barely hold the weight of a tiny pebble.

With the trap set, Grimshaw moved off over into the shade to watch. With a few new friends and dead fish in the bucket, it seemed like a party! He could only hope the crabs would show up. It would probably be a long wait, since the first crab to fall in didn't until nearly a half hour after he'd set it. Either way, some crabs were better than no crabs.

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"Speech."

Ara didn’t often venture far from the pack, but with the late autumn and the approach of winter, she found a desire to get out and about. She wanted to stretch her legs and do a little exploring, before winter forced the choice from her and kept her closer to home.

She skirted cautiously between the packs as she made her way towards the beach. It was a long journey, and she paused here and there to admire the sights. Making her way slowly past the falls, until she found the swampy, sandy territories by the beach. She made her way along the delta, with sand in her paws.

As she hopped from one sandbank island to another, she caught sight of a dark toned wolf playing with something on the sand. She sniffed the air, but only caught the scent of salt and gritty sand. Hmm.

She hopped to another island, bringing herself closer to the dark tones wolf. “Hello, hello” she said in greeting, her curious eyes on his bucket.

"Naráca Mendacium"

Only a few more crabs would scurry by, eventually falling into the trap when they would linger too long on the skeptical leaf covering it. He was lucky enough that the crabs weren't so heavy that the leaf would fall with them, but instead they would just slip off the edge and leave the leaf in place.

The voice of another caught his attention and he looked over to find a darkly colored female with a pair of horns atop her head. It wasn't that he hadn't seen someone with horns before, since he certainly had, but perhaps meeting another wolf with horns is what he found strange. How many were there?

"Be careful or you'll scare the crabs!" He called out in warning, but then a thought crossed his mind. If she could manage to scare the crabs towards the bucket in the sand, then perhaps this wouldn't take quite as long.

"Speech."

She twitched an eyebrow at his return greeting, amused and confused in equal measure. She did however stop, giving his bucket and contraption another once over with her eyes. Crabs, was that what he was doing? “Alright.” she said, staying where she was so she wouldn’t scare his… prey. “What do you want with the crabs?” she asked, curious despite herself.

She settled down on her hunches, resting them against the sand, since it didn’t seem like she would be moving very far any time soon. She couldn't go forward without startling his crabs, and didn’t want to go back until she had sated her curiosity. She’d never met anyone who sought to catch crabs before. For that matter, she hadn’t but briefly seen the creatures anyway. She had a brief memory in her childhood of one snapping her paws with its nasty little claws.

Total: 782

"Naráca Mendacium"

As he thought, he probably wouldn't have even cared if the woman had approached and scared the crabs. Perhaps it would sent many into the hole at once, effectively ending his 'hunt'. She had asked what he was doing though, or rather what he wanted with the crabs. "To eat, of course. Though it's not my favorite food, it won't go to waste back home." Seafood wasn't  for everyone and frankly it wasn't for Grimshaw either. It was mostly for the pack, but a hungry boy would eat whatever was convenient and he was getting hungry. M

"Ever heard of a pitfall before?" He asked, though hardly waited for her to answer. "It's when you dig a hole, cover it, and sit around while your food just falls in." He said it as if it were some kind of magic, but laughed at himself at the end. "In this case, a bucket is buried in the ground so I don't have to handle the crabs once they've fallen in."

"Waiting for the crabs to stroll over it and fall in has been painfully boring." He laughed, mostly at his own pain and struggle. "But if you think you can herd the crabs to the hole and we catch some, I'll let you take some too?" He didn't know what else to offer the girl for helping him, but figured it would make for a fair deal. Besides, it stopped him from getting pinched by the mean little shits and landing himself another scowl from Halo for over doing it.

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"Speech."

To eat? Her ears perked up in curiosity. She had never eaten crab before, and now she was suddenly curious about the taste. It didn’t sound like this wolf was much of a fan, so perhaps he wouldn’t mind sharing. Still giving plenty of room so she didn’t ruin his hunt, she watched the darkly sheened wolf and listened as he went further into an explanation.

She nodded her head as he mentioned pitfalls. “Of course, I’ve utilised them for big things before” she agreed. Usually it required a lot of work to dig something big enough for a deer to break a leg in. she didn’t think crabs would take anything too time consuming. Plus, sand had to be easier to dig than earth, right?

“Clever, I wouldn’t have thought to use a bucket.” She admitted. Especially good for lots of smaller prey, like the crabs he was catching. She chuckled softly at his admitted pain. “I’ll do that, if you give me one to try.” she agreed to the bargain slyly, already getting back to her paws. She considered him, and his buried bucket for a moment. “Alright, lets see how this works” she murmured, more to herself then him.

She began to move cautiously over the sand, kicking over any stones she found so crabs scuttered out. When that happened she snarled and scratched the earth in an effort to herd them. Moving a few in his direction with this tactic.

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"Naráca Mendacium"

Grimshaw was pleased that the girl was interested in helping out. He hardly cared for the meat himself, but being so close to the sea it was almost a staple for the Armada and would provide a good food source for everyone else. Was it selfish to hunt something for someone else so that they'd be less inclined to eat the meat he preferred? Probably, but he didn't care. He didn't like crab, at least he was nice enough to hunt it for the pack still. No one said he had to eat crab. So, he'd stick to meat that doesn't come from the sea.

"Fair enough." Hell, if she liked it and they caught plenty he wouldn't care if she took more. Though, getting them home would be up to her, that bucket was his. She started to move and the crabs shuffled towards the hole quicker now. The first few were smart and saw the hole in the ground, but behind them the other crabs were blind to the hole and easily fell in. He couldn't tell how many from his resting position, but it seemed like more than plenty to prove somewhat of a point. Crabs were feisty little things and hunting them proved to be quite annoying with all the pinching. Safe methods, like pitfalls of a sort, seemed to be the better option.

"I think that's plenty, yeah?" He asked just in case she thought she could herd even more crabs into the bucket.

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"Speech."