Stavanger Bay waterslide

The woman did not answer with her voice. She nodded her slender snout. Then her paws tiptoed eagerly to the edge of the water where she crouched and became still, watchful, determined. Swordfish only stared at her for several long breaths. She gestured for him to follow her lead.

The bear-hunter slunk toward her. His head was low and his shoulders moved with a sense of grace. Even before he’d reached the water, he was crouched and the noise from his paws was dampened. The heavy-lids of his eyes fluttered while he fixed his sights on the swirling fish below.