Sea Lion Shores the halls of our fathers

Again she snickered when he snapped at her, taking it for the good-natured jest that it was. She felt at ease with him, finding them both favoring brevity in their speech. They were similar in demeanor as well, but not so similar that their personalities clashed. Ragna was pleased to have found an ally within the borders of the bay, even if she felt he did not deserve the land. He was a sea wolf through and through, and if any were to squat in her home, she could almost find peace that it was him. Not so far, she said. The journey was not impossible to make, and in the coming days and weeks she would venture forth several more times.

His challenge gave her pause. She turned away from her rocks and gave him a questioning look. Show me, she said, accepting his challenge. Ragna followed after him, curious to see how he preferred to hunt.