Stavanger Bay Bikini body

Short post. I apologize for the wait and sad quality. If this wasn’t what you were going for, @Doe and @Mordecai, let me know and I’ll change it. There’s also some powerplay, which I change if you’re not cool with it, Ku. If it’s along the lines of what you both wanted, Mix can powerplay Sizzle dragging Mordecai into the sea with Doe. ♥

The pressure that gripped the thick cords of muscle just above Szymon’s right hock released — but he knew it would bruise and take its time about healing simply due to its location. With his attention still divided between Mordecai and Doe, the golden-eyed boy felt his heart swell with mingled pride and protectiveness at Doe’s vehemence — absurdly, he wanted to chuckle when she kicked sand in the trespasser’s general direction, but the renewed thought that she could have been injured by this stranger locked his throat into stony silence. Szymon was loathe to let go of the older wolf despite the reluctant slackening of his muscles beneath the Cairn’s grip; he wanted to kill the creature, yielding to his more brutal nature and Doe’s resentful suggestion, but what better way to appease the Sea than to make an offering of the father? The daughter would surely please the Cairns’ chosen entity — what better than an adult wolf, and battle-scarred to boot, to further please Her? The blessing would be all the more potent for this offering, and perhaps the wolf’s blood would draw sharks to the water. “No k-killing,” he snarled through a mouthful of fur and flesh. “The Sea w-will decide.”

Decisively, Szymon unhinged the iron clamp of his jaws and accomplished what Doe’s more finely-crafted, tapered jaw could not — in a controlled grip, he sought to use the strength of his jaws to cut off Mordecai’s windpipe, using that deprivation to dull the older wolf’s senses. Mordecai would not die at Szymon’s jaws, but the idea of dragging the tawny creature kicking and screaming out into the waves was not terribly appealing.