Stavanger Bay omerta

Jagoda traisped along the rocky tidepools, half-scouting, but mainly taking a much needed walk. The tidepools were something of a wonder to him, and he loved the sea life to be found there. He prodded a purple urchin with a dark paw and watched it react, closing in upon itself as if afraid. Jagoda wore a wry smile, but it quickly disappeared at the sound of someone's caterwaulling.

​Displeased, Jagoda swung his head around and spotted another male along the shore, seaweed in his mouth. His words were muffled by the mouthful, but nevertheless, they were idiotic. Jagoda departed the tidepools and approached his packmate.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Why is there seaweed in your mouth?"