Sea Lion Shores some farcical aquatic ceremony

When his maw opened, Rhona wrinkled her nose at his foul breath. He spoke, not making much sense and she wondered what had befallen this poor soul to leave him like this. She padded around him, inspecting the seaweed. The smelly plant from the sea needed to come off and the saturated male undoubtedly need fresh water down his throat. "Oh you poor thing..." She soothed. "If you can understand me, I'm going to get this icky stuff off of you."

Rhona's jaws closed around a hunk of seaweed and she worried at it with her teeth until it tore. She continued to do the same around various spots on the tangled male. Careful to make sure none was wrapped around his neck, she began pulling the strands off of him, like unwrapping a gift.