you swam through your territory, chasing after your rival who had once again chased out the fish, your main food source, All just to annoy you. After a few more minutes of chasing, you notice your surroundings.. open water.

you looked around, he could be anywhere. A force slams into you, your rivals tail wrapping around yours, restricting your ability to move.

” I’ve got ye noo’ yer in my waters now, yer nae in charge. So quit yer squirmin’.” that god awful accent taunted you.