Cerulean Cape salt tracing

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teeth tore into his neck, then forelegs—he buckled slightly, footing scattering loose stones down into the frothing sea below.
fuckin' rat, he hissed. won't die proper, will ye?!
he reared up, but hex hit back just as hard. they clashed again, blood-slicked bodies twisting in the mud at the peninsula’s tip—and then the ground gave way beneath them both.
claws scrambled for hold. crowell snarled, legs skidding. the wind howled up from the sea, bitter and cold.