Demanding, not attacking
Before anyone could speak again, the creature answered. The swordfish released a piercing screech, sharper than the mournful moan from before. The sound split the air, commanding attention. It swam quickly away, only to circle back again, deliberate and unhurried. The movement was different now, purposeful in its arc. It felt like a demand, not an attack. Megan’s heart skipped. Somehow, impossibly, it had understood her plea. It wanted to be followed.
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