Stavanger Bay waterslide

It was just like her to be so dialed-in on something that she did not realize another had approached. She caught wind of him maybe two beats before his greeting, and although his presence electrified her, the fish seemed to be unbothered.

She acknowledged him with an inviting wag of her tail, the wet edge of her nose quivering to take in his scent. Although her energy was unmatched, she would meet his gaze, unwavering. If he wanted something, she was unaware. He would have to be more direct in order to bag his meal.