Sea Lion Shores some farcical aquatic ceremony

The licking had become easier as she had cleaned most of the taste of the sea from his forehead and muzzle. Her tongue still tasted bad and she could use a drink, but that would come in time.

She noted that his struggling seemed to calm and she felt smoother, more deliberate movement as he opened his eyes. An array of emotion flitted across his face and Rhona imagined that he must be terribly confused at the moment. Once he was more lucid and gathered, she'd really have to get his story.

She paused as he opend his jaws, but nothing came out. If she was thirsty, she knew he had to be quite parched and most likely dehydrated. She stood, walking around to his face and lay down in front of him, head on her paws, level with his. "Hi there. Are you awake now?"