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.

Tiden noticed, how very small and awkward the creature was in the water, none of the gracefulness of his species, for sure. But, how that changed, when she leaped out of the water and onto the rocks and turned to face him. Again - this odd land-seal possessed none of the beauty of his kin: the eyes were too small, the muzzle too pointy, seaweed stalks for feet and a coat that was soaked wet. None of the beautiful pelt with gleam and shine that water-dwellers had. 

He was well-aware of their size differences, therefore undeterred from the hostile looks sent in is direction, he dove below the surface and swam closer to the rock. He had not yet decided, what he was going to do, but tossing that land-rat off it and getting up there himself was one of the options. His nap was long overdue.

Tiden swam one lap around the rock, now and down surfacing to assess the height of the rock he had decide on becoming his sofa for the day. All the while the land-seal was following his path, eyeing him cautiously. It did not seem dangerous the least, therefore finally the old man positioned himself and with a hefty thrust forward lunged out of the water and made it half-way on the rock, pushing with his front flippers and his upper-body to haul himself up. 

The ledge was just wide enough for Tiden to place all of his nearly 200 kgs of flesh and personality and leave small space for the scrawny ground-dweller to perch on. He shot her a disgruntled look, as if willing her to hop-hop and jump away. Then he huffed and puffed and made himself comfortable, turned on one side, rested his head on a rock and let out a comfy and happy sigh. It was good to have a nap.

Tiden felt someone small crash into him and he opened one eye to peer at the scruffy offender. He screamed at it - a sound that can be described as a gurgling burp accompanied by a fishy freshness of his breath.  Not particularly interested in the response and not seeing anything attention-worthy he turned to his earlier position, closed his eyes and attempted to fall asleep again. 

That spindly-legged fluff of sea-weed was not only annoying and dense, but loud too. Tiden cracked open one of his eyes and shot a disinterested look in the girl's direction, who - judging by the sounds she was emitting - was voicing her discontent. He was tempted to tell her that she should put up some pounds, before being so brash towards The Man of the area. What was it with these youngsters these days, who thought that they had all the rights but none of the responsibilities? He decided that the best plan of action was to simply continue to ignore her. He rolled on his belly, rested his chin on ledge just in the right size and fell asleep again. 

Tiden being very uninterested in the spindly-fluffy seaweeds that pranced around the shores and made annoying noises, he would have cared even less to spend any time on squashing one of them underneath his impressive body mass. Not purposefully anyway. Coincidentally he happened to wave his flipper the same moment the girl sent angry words in his way and it made it appear, as if he had dismissed her even further. Be it as it may - he would not move from that point on, busy catching up that sleep and rare moments of sunlight, before returning to his water world.