Stavanger Bay The anchor's on board and the cable's all stored

"i'm well, friend," velen shot back, finally drawing a bit closer. her laughter was mirrored in his own. she was an intriguing creature already, and the boy was beginning to plot how he could keep her about. opting not to rib her about being cold — not everyone could be reared like a penguin — the yearling began to move along the beach, a low chuff inviting her to walk with him.
"wintering here with my sibs and a couple others," the warsaw creature offered. "what aboutcha? what are you doing down in these parts?" he saw no need to introduce himself, not just yet; with any luck, they would get around to it. for now, keeping a move on might help instill some warmth into his fierce companion.