Sequoia Coast i'm not like them, but i can pretend.

the brothers had hunted together before, developing a fraternal sense of how to kill that accompanied the natural inclination of their kind to work alongside one another. the dark wolf in the sea's embrace moved carefully; he was gone from view shortly thereafter.
velen's gaze narrowed as rannveig reappeared, flattening into a straight run, and his own legs began to churn in the water. powerful strokes carried him toward the edge of the sandbar in preparation. he trusted dalia would follow suit; his focus was upon his brother. a well-placed blow, and the bull could snap a wolf's limb. he would not allow it today.