Barrow Fields Bramble shark

The dark head of Sobeille appeared in a curious place. Swordfish’s eyes narrowed on her, wondering what on earth she was planning. When she began to rouse the blubbery animals from their sunbathing, stirring the shape of a mighty bull seal in the process, he clenched his teeth together and cursed through them.

Son of a bitch-

Swordfish wasn’t about to tango with a herd of seals. He watched them begin to bounce their way toward him, snorting and making a ruckus as they went. The young hunter moved to conceal himself behind a large boulder, crouching down low to watch the passing bodies. Anger flared through him.

When a majority of the seals had passed, moving on to safer shores, Swordfish lifted his head and glared at his hunting companion.

What was that fer? Ruined the whole thing…