Stavanger Bay Bikini body

He felt the burning tear of flesh as the grip of his captor clamped down; he did not relent in the grasp that he had. Instead that feverish split of skin only enticed him to tear away himself and go to strike again. If he couldn't get the pale beast to relent himself then he would tear at him until he did. He pushed against the wolf rather than pulling away, letting the bulk of his weary muscles handle the burden of pushing further into territory. His jaws scrambled for purchase with intent to shake wildly when they landed, but something else caught his attention altogether.

The other wolf had caught up with Larkspur in their scuffle, and in Mordecai's hesitation to grab ahold of his pallid captor he saw the darker of the pair hurl Larkspur into deeper waters.