This is a hunting seasonal

In the midst of grabbing ahold of his fin, he looks up to see Nami’s progress. His tail wags furiously, wiggling up his body to show his excitement when he sees that she has a good clamp on the manta’s fin. With the aquatic creature now firmly in their jaws, unable to utilize its fins to slap at them and escape, they could drag it to shore!

Watching Nami, Kuroo times his movements as best as he can with her. His paws paddle in the water, sluggishly moving him backwards as he keeps ahold of the ray. Exhaustion creeps up into his neck and jaw, but he doesn’t giving up. They’re so, so close now! So close that he can feel the sand just beneath his toes.

Scrambling for purchase on the more solid ground, Kuroo gives one more heave backward into the shallows. With a spectacular spray of water that shines in the sunlight, he’s able to help Nami lug the manta up and onto the beach. Knowing he couldn’t let it suffer for long as its gills gasped for air, err water, Kuroo jumps forward. Quickly dispatching the ray with a stomp of his paws, he slides off it and into the sand, sitting in an exhausted fashion. “Those things sure know how to put up a fight,” he comments, tongue lolling from he side of his mouth as he pants.

Namoo