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

His bite doesn’t last too long, for he doesn’t intend on actually hurting her. Though he can tell she’s trying to kick him in the face when her leg is yanked from his maw and is centimeters from straight up doming him in the head with it. Thankfully she misses once more and he’s dancing backwards int he sand to keep away from her next attack.

Though this time he doesn’t go in for his own. He stands there and finally catches his breath. Smiling at the young she-wolf he can tell she has potential, just not the best of luck today.

“You did well.” He compliments with a smirk. “Really, you did. You just didn’t have the best of luck this time around.”