Sequoia Coast i'm not like them, but i can pretend.

he was only several feet onto the shore when the bull turned ponderously around to face him, its rolling form and fat rippling with each press of its fins. rannveig did not slow - the bull bellowed as rannveig’s limbs gathered and poorly, he managed to unceremoniously leap aside as the bull struck. 

velen and dalia had circled around the flat; with a glance in their direction rannveig attempted to field off the bull’s retreat seaward. the bull must have sensed its imminent demise, for it started thundering towards the swashline oblivious to the heckling snaps of rannveig’s desperate jaws.