Barrow Fields Bramble shark

She wasn’t wrong in her simplistic reply. Swordfish snorted a huff of air, trying to keep his smile slim and unnoticed. 

Sobeille did not wait for him. She darted forward in an eager prowl, eyes glinting as she took a hunter’s watchful stare. The young man did not falter in his chance. Swordfish moved into a position that would keep his blue-grey topcoat perfectly concealed by the boulders of similar color. The steadiness of his step suggested that he had taken this stance numerous times. Though he considered himself a talented hunter, he was willing to take the backseat to the girl. She could lead their efforts and he would act in her command. 

Swordfish waited, watchful of both the dark-headed girl and their intended prey. His lean muscular frame was primed and ready for their next step.