Barrow Fields Bramble shark

just once, she looked behind her and saw that shardik had the assured step of a sea-hunter. his pantherine prowl earned him some small respect, but she turned back to the task at hand.

among the undulated sands, the adolescent continued his calling - no doubt signaling to the uninterested ladies his candidacy in this spring’s courtship. sobeille went wide, slipping around large stones and bodies alike — but her advancement was noticed by one particularly seasoned bull.

at first, she thought he was the bull from a few weeks prior - but a long scar across his fluke told her otherwise.

sobeille waited for shardik to get in position — and when he did, she did the opposite of a stealthy hunter, breaking cover in a howl as she drove the herd deliberately right to his doorstep.

how would he handle a swarm of fat bodies panicking his way?

The dark head of Sobeille appeared in a curious place. Swordfish’s eyes narrowed on her, wondering what on earth she was planning. When she began to rouse the blubbery animals from their sunbathing, stirring the shape of a mighty bull seal in the process, he clenched his teeth together and cursed through them.

Son of a bitch-

Swordfish wasn’t about to tango with a herd of seals. He watched them begin to bounce their way toward him, snorting and making a ruckus as they went. The young hunter moved to conceal himself behind a large boulder, crouching down low to watch the passing bodies. Anger flared through him.

When a majority of the seals had passed, moving on to safer shores, Swordfish lifted his head and glared at his hunting companion.

What was that fer? Ruined the whole thing…