Sequoia Coast the seal hunters

I will wrap this up.

Tiden sensed the water move and shift again, when another awkward, spindly-legged creature cut through the surface of it with its heavy body. It was a better swimmer than his earlier pursuer and the old man barely avoided being caught by the sharp teeth. Though - frankly - it would probably had not made that much of a difference. He outweighed the white fur-shark at least four or five times. Should he wish to engage more, he would let the hunter hang on his flipper and then just dive deeper and find out, how long the other's determination and ability to hold its breath would hold. Not long - he suspected. 

He swam in wide circle around the equivalent of two elephants in procelain store, arrogant enough to believe that they could conquer a sea-wolf in its own domain and then simply swam away, warning the rest of the group to steer clear of the area for a while.