Trouble down to an art

This woman didn't say much, even after she had deposited her burden. The thing was, silence from a companion was no stranger to her. Her deaf sister was the least spoken wolf she knew after all... and she was more then capable of filling the silence herself with her questions and excitement and not once feeling out of place.
Of course, one the burden has been deposited, silence was the very least thing from her mind. She squealed and leaped for her prey, very nearly getting a clip in the eye for her efforts. A few moments and new cuts later she emerged victorious. The crab was a little more crammed into her muzzle then it had been in her friends, and there was nothing delicate about her approach. Where the white wolf had held the crab gently and wisely, ray half crushed down on its shell and was constantly flicking her head back and forth to keep this pincers from getting too close, so close was it to her muzzle, and so far into her mouth.

She trotted back to her friend, the woman's name now known to her as she sat before sol and beamed up at her with bright, stubborn eyes. "I did it!" She tried to say through her mouthful, which was of course a grave mistake. As her muzzle vibrated with words the crab popped free and vanished behind a rock before she even knew what had happened. Far from looking dejected, the pup giggled. "That was fun! I wish I knew what it was called. I want to find more of them" she mused, but shook her head, maybe now wasn't the best time. She had a cut just above her eye already gleaming with a bead of blood, a nose likely to swell and a few other bumps and scrapes from her adventure. Not that that was what discouraged her. "Solveiga. That's such a pretty name" different to the elemental based ones she knew, but she liked it. "We see going to be best friends, you and me" she said it with conviction, like she knew it as easily as she knew the sun would rise the next day.