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.

after what seemed an eternity (and likely only a flash in the bull's eye) they downed the leviathan, their sides heaving and tongues lolling from their blooded conquest.

stormrift would eat fiercely -- and well -- for weeks to come; after each had supped their fill of its fatty flesh, they dragged its carcass to stormrift's stores, and howled for their comrades to eat.