Stavanger Bay I have no home; I make awareness my dwelling.

This time the response was immediate and so was his retaliation. She ran alongside his imposing form and dove in with snapping teeth, but with little response until the teeth grazed his flesh; he felt the sting and was ignited into motion. What transpired was swift and merciless:

A turn of his body to expertly sever her path.

The bludgeon of his neck and skull against her already weak body, connecting with her chest.

Footwork—and then the grapple of his teeth upon her, the snap of his bear-trap jaws without so much as a grunt of effort.

Any further aggression faded as soon as he held her, but with the pressure of his weight he leveraged her against the sand —it was a fluid transition between his hunt along the sandbar and his reaction to her efforts.

Now, holding her roughly in place, she had one chance to reconsider her approach, or he would crush the bones between his teeth and savor her taste without further consideration.
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