Stavanger Bay but albert with one aimed harpoon ignited their rum with a spark

with her tail released, sandpiper jettisoned forward -- nearly falling on her face in the process. in the most sloppy of pirouettes she spun around to face him, eyes glowering as she watched him cant to the ground and pitter-pat the sand with his arms splayed ahead of him in a cocksure, taunting bow.

he was grinning -- she was not.

she moved after him like an eel, expression dark and jaws gaping -- bullishly she lunged for an outstretched paw, attempting to nip or grab anything she could though whatever she managed to scrape in her teeth would be quickly released.