Sequoia Coast i'm not like them, but i can pretend.

velen almost left off snapping at the beast as rannveig was yeeted into the shallows; a shocked snort broke from his nostrils instead. his brother regrouped; velen himself redoubled his attack. the bull was flagging hard, blood staining the waters in a wide circle around the trio, and his teeth worked to rip chunks of fur-covered blubber from its throat, seeking the straining muscle and arteries below. a little more, a little more, he told himself, even as his own energy began to leach away.