Stavanger Bay Wash away us all

One place Olly could never forget was the sea. His favorite time to vist the salty water was at night and mess with the sea creatures, but he had more important things to do than play with fish. His siblings were counting on him to find them a home, and he intended to do just that. The little otter took a deep breath to fill his lungs before closing his eyes and plunging underwater to avoid the waves. He was no sea otter and the salt always bothered his eyes, but nevertheless he loved the beach.

He swam and resurfaced every few minutes to breathe again, before making the decision to rest and regain some strength. He paddled closer to the shore and sat in the shallow part of the waters, when he noticed a strange little thing looking at a sea shell. Olly let out his own type of bark before hiding in the deeper water once again. He let his head stay above the waves and watch the creature with curiosity. What the heck was this fluffy thing on the beach?