Feeling Crabby

Dunstan watches the wag of the younger's tail and allows himself to feel a little more at ease despite the fact that he does not know the pup or her mother. He is grateful, however, for the fact that she apparently knows the names of these creatures. Crabs. That works for him. Whatever they were called, they would certainly be a good meal if there was a special method of catching them. Or perhaps this was a type of prank. Dunstan allows himself to believe, if only because the sound of 'crab' sounds like it will lessen the hunger that is almost constant to him.

He watches as she almost teases the crab, but it makes sense to him once he sees the way that it's moving. "So if the pinching claws are on the front of the, er, crab, I need to make sure I get the back of the crab?"

He says it in a way that makes him sound not totally convinced he is right. This is, after all, the first time he is interacting with the crabs and with the pup, and he doesn't want to seem foolish for not knowing what someone who is younger knows so clearly. Regardless, he waits for her response, either chiding him for what is obvious or praising him for being so astute. Dunstan does not feel very astute.