Stavanger Bay Everyone knows how to fish...right?

As they gallops through the sand he hears her catching up. Giving a quick look back confirms this. Though just as he does so, her shining white fangs glint off of the moonlight and she’s heading right towards his curled tail. Not trying to hard to dodge it, thankfully she just misses. Perhaps a misjudged distance, or step. Either way she was damn close.

The obvious Dammit! That reaches his ears also signifies that she’s missed and he’s quickly veering off to the right, sands spewing up between them. He’s curling into her and craning his neck down to bite at her hind leg. Really only giving it a tug before he knows he has to go into his own defensive position. She could easily snap back at him from this angle.