Stavanger Bay hollow earth

permission to PP cuts/bruising/broken ribs

rosalyn was spotted; she could not escape the glaring piggish eyes of the giant beast. and so erzulie dashed from cover, a mad gallop across the sands to flank the bruin. she shouted, voice descending into a snarl; she sought to turn him round and leapt closer to chivvy at his thickly furred hip with a growl.
with hope, the other ironsea wolves would heed the captain's warning and depart with alacrity. it was the duty of the leading pair now to keep the beast from assailing those who had sought the bay for protection. erzulie's eyes burned; she dared not glance toward rosalyn even for a moment, lest the second of lost focus be her last.