The hunt

Having recovered, you swim out into the deep water over to Whistle. "Well then, I'm all yours." You declare ready to be eaten once again.

"I won't be able to swallow you down whole like some of the other preditors here but your my friend now so I will make it quick once I've caught you." Whistle replied. "I wish I had a pod to play with, I will have to have a party next time, if we ever do this again or you could join me in the open aquatic area" she added.

"Catch me?" you question.

"Yes, I enjoy a hunt, no matter how short or pointless." Whistle explained. "FLEE!" She commanded and you felt the pressure from her click thump into your chest.

You kicked away from her and headed for the shallows on the other side of the pool. You reckoned that if she let you get there you could have fun evading her until you were ready to give in. Tilting your head to look back as you maintained front crawl, you saw Whistles' long black dorsal fin sticking out the water coming rapidly towards you like a shark.

She played with you, getting close, nipping at your toes as they kicked then dropping back. You could hear her clicks as she used her echolocation to keep a precise lock on you. These clicks did not translate, their function was not vocal. Just as your fingers reached land (not dry yet but enough that you could crawl ashore) you felt immense pain in your legs as Whistle bit down on them. With a flick of her powerful body, you were flung back into the deep.