Stavanger Bay Alone and Confused, Infected and Abused.

Ja! Just in case it’s ten replies and not ten posts, I’ll leave this here.

Tetsubō’s hyena-like laughter goaded Szymon on; he didn’t particularly like the sound, but it smothered the ragged bitch’s paltry whining. Alongside his equally bloodthirsty counterpart, the youngest Cairn picked up his pace, wary and watchful lest she have pursuers waiting in the wings for her departure from the bay. It had been so long since he’d killed, and the urge to end her life was disturbingly strong — but he had lost his grip on the monster this day, and could not rationalize his baser desires. Wickedly he snapped for the woman’s hock, seeking to place a flesh wound that would leak blood and mark their passage further inland.