Stavanger Bay Bikini body

Without a second thought — and, quite possibly, without a first thought — Szymon choked on the flounder and died? killed Mordecai with the stench of his fishy breath? dropped the flounder and flew toward Mordecai in an attempt to intercept the other wolf. The little gold-and-cream blur was wholly dismissed in the face of this foe, and the monster that Szymon normally kept under wraps lurched and staggered to the forefront of his being; his tattered ears slicked back against his skull as his narrow muzzle dipped to protect his throat. He hoped that the battle-tested patriarch would remain riveted upon his daughter — such single-minded indulgence in the face of battle was folly, and Szymon had been raised on this uneven, unforgiving terrain. He approached the male from his blind side, taking the risk of surging up quite close to him in hopes of striking where he could not be seen, and lunged with jaws open in an attempt to grab the wolf by the nape or shoulder, or bowl him over entirely.