Sweetheart wandered to the sea, well past a familiar beach of strange stones. There are no fish for her to scoop up, but there is water to drink.

...There seemed to be no fish, she thought. There aren't the handfuls of schools, but something significantly larger, out in the deep.

Hmm.

The Leopard shuffles out until deep enough to nearly reach her waist, and plucks it up.

The thing bites her.

The world shakes as she shrieks.

As it turns out, sharks have a bigger bite than wolves. Her blood spills, but she just barely manages not to drop it, just swings it around until it's held by the tail. Ouch ow ow!