Sea Lion Shores some farcical aquatic ceremony

She had gotten most of the seaweed off of the male when he started flail about. Unfortunately, her face was right near his hocks as he kicked and a blow landed above her right eye, one of his nails knicking off a bit of fur in a shallow cut. She yelped, mostly out of surprise and stood back.

Rhona took it as a good sign that he was rolling about...Well, at least it was a good sign physically. She was a bit concerned about his mental status at the moment. She gave his hind legs a wide berth and padded towards his top half. Crouching down behind his head, she began licking the center of his forehead and down his muzzle.

The young female grimaced as she did so, for he tasted terribly of salt and muck, but when she was a pup, it always made her feel calmed when her mother assauged her like this. After a few licks, she spoke again. "Come now. I'm trying to help you. You'll be alright. Especially once we get some fresh water in your belly." Her voice was soft, almost humming and her ministrations to the poor stranger made her feel quite grown up. It felt right. Perhaps she had just found her calling.