Stavanger Bay hollow earth

the breath was knocked from her lungs in entirety; she writhed and gasped against the sand, crying out as her ribcage expanded against the rapidly expanding pain in her right side. a cracked bone, she suspected; the harlot hunched against the earth, glancing up muzzily in time to see rosalyn's form streaking for the bear again.
anger now; rage, visceral and hot. erzulie staggered to her paws, cringing in pain once before a guttural snarl loosed the adrenaline of her ire. now she too lunged across the beach for the bruin, seeking to rip and tear the flesh along the back of his opposite hind leg.