shark tank

There was blood in the water. Fresh and thick, staining the once calm waters of the Bay a vivid red. It was usually so calm here, the waters gentle and serene but it couldn't be further from that on this day. Hattori stood by the shore, pulled in by the scent of blood on the wind and watched with furrowed brows at the dark shape in the water. A shark, a big one too. A bull shark, if he had to guess from its stocky build. It thrashed about in the shallow waters, feeding on its freshly made kill, further causing Tojo's fish stock to flee in terror to deeper waters.

How it had managed to slip past the nets Tojo had made to ensnare the Bay was a problem in and of itself, but one that would have to be dealt with later. Hattori did not like swimming at the best of times and the thought of getting into the water with one of the ocean's top apex predators wasn't something he was thrilled about, but it needed to be done. It needed to die.

Tipping his head back he called for the wolves on Tojo. It was time to fight, to reclaim the Bay as their own.