one of those melodramatic fools

Somehow, some way, they were doing it. Successfully bringing a shark onto land and out of the water. To their benefit, it was slowing. Thrashing less in his grip as he continued to his claws deeper into its slick flesh. The shark's blood flooded the waters around them, but he didn't stop. No matter how disgusting it tasted or how full his mouth was of gore and saltwater, he would not stop. Not until the shark was fully out of the water and could not attack nor defend itself.

Minutes passed, exhaustion began to seep into him. Finally, the shark was out of the shallows and flopping around on the rocky shore. Raumr quickly unhooked his claws and scrambled backward, out of the way. Soon, the shark would suffocate and dry up, dying a painful death. That at least would be what it got for attacking pups.

Blowing saltwater and gunk from his nostrils with a harsh exhale, he gives his coat a shake before turning to the two pups. The older male could take care of himself, that much he was sure of. Directing his attention to the boys, Raumr's brow furrows. "Let me take you home," his deep honey tones leave no room for argument.

Raumr Regalus, the Third