I got your killer whale.

Sloan was no biologist and thus, had very little knowledge of killer whales. Or really any aquatic wildlife. She preferred catching small game that meant little blood covering her coat. If the animal were larger, it was nice to wait for someone else to come along and kill it so she could sneak in and grab a piece for herself. 

But there was always an exception.

Hanging in the precipice of wanting to make a place for herself within the Syndicate, Sloan knew she needed to prove herself. These mongrels knew nothing of her and though they were family, there would be little trust that she was of worth. So when she saw the massively sleek figure of the orca crashing onto shore in an attempt to snag the fire-coated man into shallow waters, she figured standing by to watch his death wasn’t an option.

Making her way from the scrub brush that crunched as she rushed by, her olive green eyes also landed on the tiny form of Riot. What did the little twerp think she was going to do? Sloan thinks to herself, a snarky smile on her lips as she picks up the pace. Crossing those last few feet between herself  and the orca, Sloan summons as much courage as she can. The whale is monstrous compared to herself, but there was no backing down now. 

Lunging forward, Sloan uses her momentum to leap up and onto the side of the whale’s face. Focusing on blinding the aggressive killer would hopefully deter it enough to slide back into the icy waters.