shark bait

The pale wolfdog moved cautiously along the rocky shoreline, her pink eyes scanning the waves curiously. Her white coat almost shimmered in the sunlight, though it did little to hide her lithe frame. The sound of splashing and voices drew her ears forward, her curiosity piqued. She spotted three figures in the water - all unfamiliar wolves squaring off with what seemed to be the silhouette of a shark beneath the surface of the water.

She grinned. How exciting!

The young albino could feel her instincts telling her to avoid the water, to stay out of danger, but that was the thrill of it. Her grin still plastered on her face as adrenaline coursed through her and she moved herself through the water. She wasn't about to miss the chance to fight a shark off with a bunch of other youths her own age. She scanned the three of them, assessing that two were likely brothers, and one was far from home.

Her focus then returned to the shark and she barked, splashing the water with her paw in hopes that it would come toward her. She was ready to fight this thing through and through.

"Speech"