The water at this beach was relatively clear of wildlife, save for the very small. The creature responsible for that, however, was still hungry.

Somewhere beneath the waves, just beyond the break off point of the coast, it waited. Its powerful tail, tensed to lunge, and its streamlined anatomy ensured that it was fast enough to catch any land dwelling prey foolish enough to wade into the water.

The pitter-patter of bare feet slapping against the sand had kept it prowling around the general area of the shore, but it was the new scent of fresh blood that pulled it even closer. The scent was faint, though, not in the water... not yet, anyway.

It would continue to wait, silent and hidden beneath the water, until a more opportune moment presented itself. Humans in particular were reckless in their perceived superiority over the ocean, so eventually at least one of them would go for their last swim.