Stavanger Bay Really bad eggs.

Indeed. After seeing her diversion efficiently stun him, she made her moves quick- submerging the majority of her narrow chest in the blue, the Swan kept her movement eased with that of the oncoming waves, simply so he could not pinpoint her location so easily. With his flailing, he was shutting out any sound of splashing she herself had made, and near enough, she promised fangs to his hocks, snapping shut on one, only to release and snap at the other. Of course the second he whirled around, she was already gone.