Don't you dare

As his paws kissed the sand he could smell the sea water and gulls. Likewise the stench of washed up seaweed and crabs lingered in the air while the occasional gull squawked as it flew overhead. He eyed them with interest, briefly wondering if it would be worth his time to even try to catch one but promptly dismissed the thought. A gull or two was nowhere near enough to feed even the soon-to-be yearlings in the pack and he decided it more than likely wouldn't be a good use of his time. He carried on across the sand, the nearby water lapping at the shores and creating a lulling sound against the earth.

As the winds shifted, he could smell something else that was neither water nor prey animal, but a wolf. He stopped where he was and stood at his full height as he scanned the beach. There, several yards away stood a she-wolf that stood slightly taller than he was painted in various shades of chocolate browns and white. She was quite the pretty picture if he dared thought. He decided to approach her if only to find out who she was. As he drew closer he saw her crush a crab beneath her paw, and the sight only brought a rumble of mocking laughter from his chest. "Now surely there are bigger things you can kill instead of picking on poor little defenseless crabs," His gaze was intense as he watched her. Sure killing things was all fun and games, but there wasn't much satisfaction in stepping on crabs.