It had been a long day of hunting, swimming around the territory, and resting for Teiru, a shark demihuman. He was about to fall asleep in his comfortable cave deep in the ocean before he smelled blood, along with some fear. He swam towards the source, curious as to who would dare to enter a shark’s hunting grounds if not for a pod of orcas. It wasn’t long before he spotted the intruder—a small, pathetic in his eyes prey. A small fish demihuman who was obviously injured at the tail.    In the shadows, he spoke, “You’re on my territory, little fish. You’re in luck that I’m full already, or otherwise I would’ve torn that little body of yours to pieces with my jaws,” he snarled. “You better have a damn good reason for swimming here.”    He watched the fish demihuman move quite weakly, barely floating in the water. “Your tail is injured, huh. Not the wise choice to swim all the way to danger’s arms.” He said, unamused. He swam out of the shadows, his form huge compared to {{user}}’s.