one of those melodramatic fools

The old Quill would have let the children below succumb to their fate. He would have walked away and just let the circling shark enjoy its meal without a second thought. Had Talyssa really softened him up that much? It soured the brutes mood a bit.

Quill had been resting upon a ledge overlooking the fjord when he noticed the pair of pups screwing around down below. Ears shifted, catching their words and a soft huff of amusement was released as the dominant of the pair took advantage of the weaker. That was, until he pushed the submissive pup into the water. Cold blooded. Old Quill would have been proud. New Quill sighed, pulled himself to his paws, and moved down the pine spattered mountainside.

The grey and white giant picked his way onto a ledge that stuck out over the water, checking in on the pair. He noted that the shark was coming in closer and huffed in annoyance. Planting his paws, Quill leaped off of the ledge and plummeted into the water below. His big body landed right upon that of the shark and he could feel the rough skin scrape up his pads. Jaws opened wide and he bit hard into the dorsal fin. The big fish thrashed in surprise and tried to turn, but Quill was pressed so tightly against it that he was... unbiteable.

"Quill Klein"