Stavanger Bay Bikini body

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Skellige was certain that Szymon would do his duty to keep the father figure out of their pack lands. If anything, his pale brother would slow the beast down. The shore was their terrain; they had been born and bred on sands and had been thrown to the wickedness of the ocean at a young age. It was only fitting that they would have a momentary upper hand in the battle. The leviathan was taking advantage of the time that he had ahead of the enraged father. As his body neared the smaller form of the golden girl, he watched her lose control of her body in fear, but her movement at halted and this offered him ample time to dive forward and grip her scruff in his jagged yellow teeth. The gold-clad child was not a tiny pup, but she was substantially smaller than he. With Larkspur clasped in his teeth, he bolted toward the water.
 
In the depths, he knew he had drawn close to the black rock. He could feel the energy that radiated from it underneath the water. As his paws struck against the lapping waves, he continued to run until he had sunk almost chest-deep into the water and was beginning to lose momentum. That was the moment; no more than four yards away was the drop that fell into the deeper portion of the bay. With a swing of his head, Skellige tossed the child into the air as far as his momentum would carry her and waited for her to strike the sea. The ocean would bless her or it would sweep her away…