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

o shoot it's my turn

the pearl held fast, even as waved swirled around them. velen's growls echoed her own, but they were fiercer than her soft chords. dalia was not born to snarl, but she could do it all the same. it simply didn't hold the same effect. 

she snapped again as the bull began to turn towards rannveig, now, since he had forced his teeth into it's skull. again and again she snapped, making purchase as often as she could, blood coating her jowls and chest, ocean water counteracting it, washing it off as soon as it dripped onto her pale coat.