Don't you dare
She spotted a shifting in the sand and turned her eyes towards it, as she watched what looked to be a crab emerged. She walked over to it and put her paw on top of the crab, making it struggle to get out from under the paw. Gradually placing more force on the tiny crab the large woman broke through its outer shell and essentially killed the creature.
Having been entertained for a short period of time Basilia began looking around for something else more...interesting to do.
He had spent too much time within the walls of the Empire, and now he thought it was high time to go out and revisit the world. Since he joined the pack, he had spent almost the entirety of his time patrolling and training. He didn't really think much about the world outside its walls...until today. The unusually dry season drove him out to search for fresh water and prey, his throat growing more parched as the days passed and prey within and around packlands becoming scarcer. He trotted out to the nearby coast, feeling the warm air brush his fur as he moved. Crimson gaze was peeled for signs of prey, or perhaps something of interest.
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.
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As the male commented on her choice of entertainment she smirked. She didn't kill the crab for pleasure or survival, only for entertainment. There wasn't much going on at the moment anyways, but maybe now that this man had appeared she could have some fun.
She walked up to the man and held her head high; she was clearly the one in control here. "Maybe i wouldn't have to resort to such measures if there were other ways to have fun around here."
Him being the only wolf she had seen so far was a tough job to have. Through him she would gage what the other wolves of this land were like and thus whether or not it was worth sticking around for long. Gaze set on the shorter male Basilia smiled and said "Perhaps you can tell me of some."