Stavanger Bay let me check my itenerary... alright

Just as Saucy’s fangs were about to hit their mark, Ford did a 180 and sent a wicked splash of saltwater at her face. It went all over; up her nose, it her open mouth, in her eyes. What the- she started, backing off quickly to blow air out her nostrils, in hopes of expelling the water. It burned, and she made a half cough half snarl as she whipped her head back to Ford. The lioness fixed him a accusatory look, though likely looked sort of foolish squinting through the salt. Then in a fit of frustration she lashed out again, this time her teeth aimed at his muzzle. She wanted to grab him and pull him down into the water, see how he liked it.