Stavanger Bay O'Death

Awinita is gonna die here. Feel free to come in. Killer whale. Yay. @Engel or @Smokestep or anyone who wants to comfort a dying Winni .

Today was a good day. The air was warm though the breeze was a bit chilled, but even that was alright because the wind smelled of spring. There was no snow in sight anymore and she had spotted some flowers. She met some new crewmates and had gained her old confidence back. She could become someone here, she could live and be happy.

Patrolling the shores was boring so she decided to swim. She waded into the waves and then began to kick her legs once ahe couldn't feel the sand anymore. The current wasn't bad at all so she swam out further, unaware of the beast that was unfortunately lurking. As she swam out away from the shore, a black and white form breached in front of her. A spray of water went up and she yelped, her eyes going wide at the rows of sharp teeth. Those teeth could tear a wolf in two with one snap! If she tried to swim back, she'd lead it toward the shore and put others in danger. She couldn't do that...she wouldn't do that.

Sucking in a breath she howled for the crew, hoping someone would come to help or at least if not, someone would see her die valiantly. As the large creature moved toward her she snarled and bit but it on the broad nose, earning a shrill shriek. It dragged her beneath the water and then surged upwards, flying out of the ocean with her attached. She let go and cringed as she fell into the waves, hitting the water hard.

Before she could turn and recover, large jaws wrapped around a single paw, crunched down and slung her out of the waves again. She screamed in pain and terror, being tossed about like a rag doll. She fought back in vain but the creature bit her in the side, dagger teeth sinking in deep. It tossed her again, but it made a miscalculation and she was tossed roughly onto the shore, skidding and bouncing before laying  still on the sand. Her blood pooled quickly from the gaping hole along both sides and she whimpered weakly, looking out to see the dorsel fin disappear. She had satisfied whatever game it wanted to play, but apparently at the cost of het life.