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

velen was there now; water streamed from the dredge's flanks as he swung his own heavy jaws toward the nape of the bull. it bellowed as blood blossomed on its corpulent neck. the boy struck again, trusting rannveig to stay close. the sea must not claim their prey again; velen was unsure they would be able to draw it from the waters a second time. dalia was close behind, the yearling was sure: he refocused on bloodying the creature, hoping to weaken it before the faster girl could dart in to deliver slashes of her own.