Surf Hunt

My claws sank past dry sand straight into cold, roaring ocean surf. Water—big water! You said beach, and here was the open sea. I lunged headfirst into the churning white foam, throat rattling with fierce, bubbling clicks. A freezing breaker slammed against my chest, coating my hide in cold salt spray. In the undertow, a thick clump of brown kelp rolled like prey. I charged forward on heavy legs and snapped my massive jaws wide open. Chomp-splash! My teeth clamped tight across the rubbery bulb, pinning it down into the shifting sand as salty waves broke clean over my back.