found. a. shark. doo-doo-doo-doo

Finding the shark had been a stroke of luck. He'd been cruising along in the waves when the young predator had caught his eye. It had probably come into the shallows in search of an easy meal. How could it have known a drunk wolf would be on the prowl for something extra stupid to do? Seeing that telltale fin breach the surface had been the highlight of Hyperion's night. He'd thrown caution to the wind and jumped on the beast immediately and had given its size, slightly longer than his body length, no thought. The opportunity was simply too great to pass up; he couldn't have stopped himself if he'd tried.

Hyperion was oblivious to the approach of the woman. It wasn't until she asked him a question that he became aware of her presence. Startled, Hyperion jumped, lost his balance and drunkenly rolled over the back of the shark. He lay on his back in the sand for a second before lifting his head to look at the wolf who had addressed him. Seeing it was a woman, his startled expression quickly disappeared and he fixed her with a cocky grin. "Ah, well, you see..." He scrambled to his paws and threw a leg over the shark's back so he could lean on it while talking to the woman. "I was out in the water with a couple of wolves when this girl started yelling about a shark and I couldn't just let her get eaten, ya know? So I jumped on it." He slapped the shark's rump again. "And here we are."

He waved a paw for emphasis then added, "Wildest thing I've ever done. Did you see its teeth? They could take a leg right off." Hyperion leaned in and gave her a coquettish smile. There were a lot of guys on this beach but he doubted any of them were offering shark rides. If he leaned into that maybe he could get lucky. "Wanna take him for a ride? I bet he has another one in him. I know I do."