Stavanger Bay for the winds that blow today,

Sandpiper stretched herself and bowed to him with a sharp glint in the gold of her gaze. He huffed again and shook the sand free from his coat before fixing her with a prepared stare. It did not take long before his sister growled and then lunged toward him, throwing her shoulder toward his own and meeting him with the weight of her. Smokestep grunted and forced his neck downward; one touch of her teeth to his throat and she would have been victorious.
 
Then, as though inspired by the energy she had afforded him, the marauder barked softly from the back of his throat and used the force of her weight to propel himself backward. He kicked sand behind him and landed with a beckoning sneer. Now that he had placed space between them, Smokestep could move more freely, and he had positioned himself as a real threat to the golden Cairn girl.