Stavanger Bay Everyone knows how to fish...right?

Donovan stills in his downwards position and releases a sharp but friendly bark of laughter. “Darling,” he laughs easily. “I’m not going to try and kill you.” He reassures waving his tail back and forth on his hips. Then to her next sentence. “I have faith in you.” Is his encouraging reply.

Next thing she knows is that he’s bouncing towards her a bright smile, almost smirk on his maw. His jaws open towards her shoulder and but even though his massive form might seem malicious, he acts quite harmless. When he reaches her he only give a measly nip to her shoulder. Then he’s bounding off again. Perhaps she’ll be quick enough to get an attack on him before his retreat.