Stavanger Bay You Win or You Die

around them the thrum of sea-dust and churning bodies.

sobeille's focus was singular: the torrent of noise drowned out and her entire senses in tune with the heartbeat and rhythm of her quarry.

arrluk's great shadow descended, teeth flashing in rejoinder to each of her moves.

she stepped back as the seal barked and raked teeth across the bridge of her muzzle, staining her cheek a deep red.

too slow.

as it turned back to arrluk and exposed its side sobeille dove for the rich blubber along its rib-cage, teeth sinking satisfyingly through inches of thick flesh.

rip.

tear.

subdue.

over and over until the sands were stained the handsome, forbidden color of deep scarlet.