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

For a moment he doubted what their spar had become. His eyes flew open and his jaw hung slack as she about-faced and came for him. Dumbfounded and unsure, he did not move to avoid her. Her teeth closed on his left paw and he yelped out of an expectance of pain, recalling sharply the crunch of his toes between Wylla's fangs on that fateful day. But there was no pain and Sandpiper relinquished her grip as quick as she had attained it, leaving Raptor to scrabble backwards and hike his paw to his chest while his brain slowly registered that he was unharmed.

Oh.

Raptor grinned wide and foolish as he planted his foot back down. "You had me goin' there!" He said in defense of himself. "I'll get ye back though." Quick and sudden as he could, Raptor flung himself towards her with a growl, keen to take her down and make her a plush and warm place on which to rest his rump.