Stavanger Bay Really bad eggs.

He was catching up, and he was catching up swiftly. It was the heat of his breath on her ankles that spurned her speed, now running on desperation than plan. But that plan had not faded, no matter how laced with need it was. 
 A sudden stop was all she could whim on the man, grounding forelimbs in rocken sand and forcing her body backwards in some outlandish and low bucking kick- hoping to stall him and lower his momentum, cease his speed somehow, as she found some help upon the ridge of this damned cliff- surely someone could help her- where was Elixir? Hogo? Ford? Where was this brother of his? Where was anybody!!?

Onward the Swan flew, praying to her ancestors that her end was not at the paws of a monster.