Barrow Fields Bramble shark

No.

Swordfish huffed at her delayed response. Their time had been wasted, leaving the young man feeling prickly and hungry. The waves crashed against the shore, shifting his focus to watch the last of the seals vanish beneath the surface of the water and out of sight. It felt like a sick joke to be wrangled into hunting, only for his hunting partner to spoil any chance they might have had.

When he found composure, lingering on the edge of apathy, Swordfish returned his stare to Sobeille. She looked at him as though he might satisfy her simply by acting out. There was a hunger to her gaze that had nothing to do with pursuit of prey. Had the girl chased away the seals only to see how he might boil over with anger?

Well…

The young man blinked, frown etched upon his dark lips. The word hung in the air without a following statement, as though extending the opportunity for her to come up with their next plan.