Stavanger Bay pull a walmart and roll back the attitude

not at all! sorry for the wait!

velen landed upon the beachline in a run, lungs beginning to tire with his antics. he paused then, fully intending to rip the bird to shreds for no other reason than i do what i want, but the teasing voice of a friend cut through the air. before velen could so much as correct her nickname with a mocking moniker of his own, saucy's rangy sprint had carried her beyond the still-stopped dredge. 
oho, was that so? velen hadn't been named warsaw's top track and field star for nothing. the fact that no such thing existed on the island was quite lost on the boy; he took her bait and bit hard, a playful snarl rumbling in his throat as the yearling held fast to his bird and streaked off in hot pursuit of coconut-girl.