Sure, they were supposed to have left a few days ago, but the boys were still hanging around the Fjord. It's not that far to make their way back. They'd be fine, honest. Like, super fine, despite the chiding call of Davey's puffin far above. They're almost a year old, they've been on far worse adventures than this. Really, nothing can stop the two of them from splashing around in the clear waters.

Well, nothing other than the obvious. Haven't they learned their lesson by now? Of course not. As Davey moves deeper into the water, he fixates on the beast. The glimmer of a pale belly and camouflage of a dark grey back. "Hey Baitboy, here we go again!" Calling cheerfully to his brother, Davey is already baiting the shark into shallower waters. At this point, it's a hobby.

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Why did this keep happening? Why did he let it keep happening? Is Tide victim blaming himself? He's not a fucking victim, don't look at him like that. He's just as fierce, just as violent as his brother. Maybe he has a bit of a runt complex, but whatever.

The only reason they'd gotten out of the whole shark thing quite as well last time? They'd had help. So much help, in the form of a very large man and an even bigger cat. Tide's stomach churned as he realized what Davey was up to, the shark fin already visible in the water. "You have to be fucking kidding me." Sharp words for his brother, but it looked like they were in for it this time.

Swiping at the beast and backing up, swiping and backing, they needed to get it in shallow water. Kite it backwards, and then pray to Abraxas for their fucking lives, more like.

"Tide"

The flame prince trotted along the shoreline, his obsidian eyes glinting as the sound of splashing drew his attention. He stopped abuptly, his large paws sinking slightly into the wet sand beneath his weight. Two other wolves, close to his own age, were thrashing about in the water, their frantic movements attracting the unmistakable silhouette of a shark. His stomach churned.

Was he really about to go out there with them? Balrog sighed as he accepted that he was, not wanting to feel the guilt of something happening to them without any help. Protective instincts overrode his judgement. Breaking into a sprint, he made his way through the shallow water, his eyes locked on the fin that was now breaching the surface of it. He growled and threw himself into the fray, keeping an eye on the other two to gauge their reaction to his entrance. That's when he recognized Davey from their earlier spar.

"Balrog"

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.

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Rather pointedly, Davey keeps Tide toward the head of the beast. He takes up the rear, snarling and snapping, cheerfully carrying on as they herd the shark toward shore. Sure, it doesn't have ankles to bite, but this is just as good. Really, Bait's reaction makes it even more worth it.

Oh look, their commotion has brought company. Davey doesn't pay them much mind, not yet. Instead he's all focus on the slippery grey beast, digging his teeth into its tail fins and driving forward. As the water gets shallower, their advantage becomes clear. "Let's beach this cunt and show 'im we mean it." Grinning, loud, and confident as ever... even if it's misplaced. That's still a shark, after all.

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"Do you ever stop talking?" Tide pants as they move the beast toward shore. It's still locked and loaded on him, which is probably helpful in the long run. He's quicker, agile, and razor sharp. Goading the shark into the shallows, watching the giant jaws snap and reach. Though a bite lands on his tail, it's not with as much force as it could be. The beast caught off guard, letting go immediately as its own tail fins are snapped upon by his brother.

Right. The shallows. Now that Tide can find his footing, he moves wide of the jaws. With a dull realization that they're not so alone anymore, some of his confidence returns as well. Teeth going directly for the beast's gills, at least he's got a better angle and more purchase now.

"Tide"

It was a good thing Balrog's obsidian stare was nearly unreadable, the intensity of what he was feeling almost bubbling over into his features. As the shark chased the bunch, it's thrashing tail sent waves crashing against his chest that cued him to back up. This wasn't just about making sure the other two - now three - didn't get hurt, it was about testing his skill against a truly dangerous foe.

As the shark fell into their trap and beached itself in the shallows, Balrog launched himself on to the back of the beast - using his retractable claws to grip the shark and keep it from being able to worm it's way back into the water. "I'll keep it pinned," He used his teeth to tear down into it's spine, though did not expect how rough the skin of a shark would be.

"Balrog"

The pale wolfdog couldn't hide her excitement, her curled tail swaying behind her as she watched the three come back closer to shore where she was. Her pink eyes sparkled with awe as the beast revealed itself, beaching itself up onto the sand just as one of the mottled wolves had hoped for. It splashed cold water against her coat as it thrashed and for a moment she thought it was going to slip back into the sea, until the dark one jumped on top of it to anchor it.

"This is amazing!" She barked, grinning as her paws churned the sand during her dart toward the beast. She circled wide, snapping at the shark to keep it's attention divided from the others as she mocked it in a baby voice. "Hey big dummy, got yourself beached, yeah? That's right, keep your eyes on me!" she taunted, adrenaline surging as she successfully kept the shark's interest.

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Davey takes a swat from the beast's tail, the force more than enough to leave his shoulder with a nasty bruise. At least it comes away with a few porcupine quills to the neck, rat fuck. Snarling and bristling, he's quick to move up the beast's body. Intense stare fixed on the beast instead of the other boy-- bitchass, he'd deal with that later. There's bigger, and literal, fish to fry.

Tide's words sting in his ears, but Davey won't let his brother have the last word. "Do you ever stop trying to get yourself killed?" Was he gaslighting the boy he'd tried to drown more than once? Shh. Shut up. No one here has the context to know that.

Moving up the beast's body, he too, sinks his teeth into its gills. Attack the sensitive area, rip and tear and shred. Already in the shallows, the shark is beginning to lose strength. Moving weakly, the thrashing is starting to subside. It doesn't stop the onslaught, though. Not yet. Davey won't let up until its dead.

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Head beneath the water, and then above it. Over and over, Tide tries to keep ahold of the beast's gills. The flesh coming off in his mouth is nasty, salty, briny. Slippery too. What an awful texture. Spitting and coming up, though he catches his brother's remark. "Are you ever going to stop trying to fucking kill me?" Were they arguing in front of strangers? Yeah, shut up. They've never been any good with manners, anyway.

The heaviest of their number leaning into the shark, trying to keep it pinned. Though the beast thrashed and fought, it looks decidedly silly in the shallows. They'd gotten it far enough up that it can hardly breathe, giving them a bit more control of the situation. As an even larger chunk of flesh comes off in his mouth, Tide can be proud of himself for that much, at least. Rat fuck, why is this so much work?

"Tide"

Balrog’s teeth sank into the shark’s rough skin just above its spine where the others were attacking on either side, the salty tang of blood filling his mouth. His muscles strained as he fought to keep the beast pinned, his claws digging into the shark for leverage. Despite the shark’s diminishing strength, its thrashing tail sent shocks through his frame. He growled low in his throat, his focus sharpening.

The other two arguing was mildly distracting. If he hadn't guessed by their coats, he would assume they were brother's just based on their bickering alone. It was, at least, comforting to know that he and his own siblings were not the only ones with issues.

He braced himself and bit down hard near the base of the dorsal fin, shaking his head to tear into the beast’s flesh. “Almost there!” he snarled, his voice tight with effort.
"Balrog"

Inferna’s heart raced, her entire body thrumming with adrenaline as she darted through the shallows. The shark’s thrashing movements sent waves crashing around her legs, but she barely noticed, her excitement overriding caution. This was the ultimate thrill.

“Alright, big guy, let’s end this!” she shouted, her pink eyes gleaming with her reckless idea. She surged forward, the shark’s snapping jaws a blur as it thrashed weakly. Timing her move, she leaped to its side, her paws splashing water as she maneuvered.

With a burst of energy, she lunged for its head, her teeth aimed directly at one of its dark, glassy eyes. The shark whipped its head toward her, jaws snapping dangerously close to her side. Inferna twisted mid-strike, narrowly avoiding its teeth as her jaws found their mark.

The beast gave one final, desperate thrash before its movements slowed and then ceased altogether. Inferna stepped back, panting heavily, her coat streaked with water and blood. She grinned, a wild gleam in her eye as she turned to the others. “Now that was a fight!”

"Speech"