Stavanger Bay when he was a boy he wanted to play down by the sea

The sea lashed him then. It slapped against his side and washed over his snout. Rolling his eyes, Raptor resigned his post and stood up, moving out of reach of the encroaching tides. He recalled another time that he had sulked, and that the sea had rebuked him just as Sandpiper had come to him. That had been a good day, in the end. But that memory brought him no hope now.

Raptor grunted and shook his coat before dropping his rear down. "I tried to kill her." He stated and then paused. He did not want to keep revisiting his failure and did not know what he wanted or expected from his fiery furred companion. He trusted her, and somehow felt safe her in company. Raptor sighed. "I tried to kill her. But she was in season annnnd.... well, she's probably going to have my pups."