lady luck

For such a small wolf she certainly had some attitude. His tail waved happily as she told him off, his rump settling to the sand with his forelegs as he was chastised. His ears turned back in the appropriate motion, but his tail kept thumping away at the sand. He supposed he did kinda owe her an apology. WELL HOW ELSE ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO SAY HI? He countered mentally with a frown and a roll of his eyes, but after a very dramatic sigh, he did say the right words. “I am sorry, an’ if you’re fishin’, don’t you need bait?”

He trailed along behind the girl awkwardly, wondering if she was going to spin and sink her teeth into his muzzle. In an attempt to answer his own question, he began to drag his tusks through the sand once again in an attempt to dig up something to tie to a line to lure something bigger into their reach. Normally he would just dive in but the water was just a bit on the icy side this time of winter.

As yet another raining of sand came down upon them, he saw what she had found, and his mind started to tick over. Of course it was at that moment that he had also managed to finally locate a crab, and in his moment of distraction it latched onto his lip with a pincer. His yelp was reflexive, and his shaking head only served to make the crab hold on tighter. Finally he lowered his head to the sand, a paw on the back of the hard exoskeleton pinning it to the ground as he tried to free his lip. “Damnit bait! Get off me!” Another shake of his head sent the crab flying across the streaked sky as it landed in the water with a plop.

“Maybe we should do it your way huh?” He rubbed his throbbing lip against the inside of his leg before moving to the other edge of the net. “Where are we takin’ this thing?”

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