Stavanger Bay but albert with one aimed harpoon ignited their rum with a spark

the girl had run, hounded by shame -- her loss consumed her and she sought to soothe her mind by breaking into a burning, breakneck gallop. each stride stung her lungs and wretched her body; each stride worried the wound on her back, and burned in the back of her brain. a backturned ear suggested she was aware of raptor's presence but unwilling yet to acknowledge him. as if punishing herself for her stupidity and gross inexperience the girl pushed on, fighting each stride of pain with wracked and angry sobs.

she slowed eventually, coming to the beach's end. reluctantly she turned back to face him -- if he was still following her at all. defeat wrung out hard lines under her eyes, and there was a dullness in their reflection. her fur was matted with blood, and she looked no more hale than a rotten rat that had drowned at sea two weeks ago.

"what?!" the girl spat, as if he had been the one to smite her. "what do you want?!"  her tail lashed like an angry cat as she stared at him, her pride and flesh still wounded by rosalyn's victory.