Sea Lion Shores the halls of our fathers

The knowledge that she had a home and allies in the Malkaria had bolstered her, and reaffirming it out loud buoyed that comfort. I am not alone, she had said, and knew it to be true. There would always be a place for her in this world.

Szymon's stomach growled, and Ragna stifled a snicker. She took his question and his mischief as a challenge, though a friendly one. One that she was up to. Rather than answer, Ragna nipped his shoulder playfully and ran past him towards the water. A few lounging sea lions protested her sudden appearance and shifted away, but she was far enough from them that they did not feel the need to defend themselves. She raced along the shore to rockier shallows, which were more likely to hold fish, and then looked to see if she had won her impromptu race.