Ankyra Sound it’s time to realize it

Tiden was a creature of habit and over the years he had created a comfortable routine. It consisted of multilple fish meals during the day. Some raids along the fishing vessels (or the floating fish islands as he called them). Then hauling out for the afternoon together with others of his species and enjoying a well-deserved nap with the music of groans, barks, eeps, screams and farts (sulfuric aroma for special ambience) in the background.

Today there were slight change of plans. While foraging for his own lunch, a killer whale had decided that this fat guy would be a perfect BBQ for its own family. Chase ensued and eventually Tiden had proved to the big doofus that it was no coindence that HE had reached the ripe age of 27 years and not too many other of his compatriots. He had swum towards shallows, until the hunter gave up and here he stayed for a long time after it was gone. 

The clock was ticking, the wish to return to his own was very strong, but he did not consider it safe yet. So - he turned around and continued to swim shorewards, where his attention was drawn by a small, furred creature that was splashing around. Curious he pulled his head out of the water and eyed the land-crawler curiously.