Stavanger Bay Ahoy! lets trouble the water!

Set aside, she didn't get the chance to strike again until the creature was already sliding towards the waves once more, about to get away.  Rosalyn's blood was up; she wanted it.  And the fact that the other didnt want to take the prey wasn't computing well, surprisingly, since in more than a few instances she had held that same philosophy towards group hunts.  Difference was, she liked this group.

She took a few jogging steps at the seal, the corner of her eye keeping watch on her companion.  If she got the hint and attacked, they might have a (slim) chance of taking the seal down.  If not, there was no way in hell Roz could do it solo.