Swiftcurrent Creek baby shark, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo

Oh, ew. He was noisy now. 

Shark chomped his teeth down more firmly, feeling the nice little shake of his brother's foot as Saturin tried to free himself from the little biter's grip. A puppy growl bubbled up from Requin's throat. He did enjoy this. There was something pleasant in the way his teeth found purchase in his sibling. He felt more connected to the wailing boy.