Sea Lion Shores the sun is gone, but i have a light

he was still (stupidly) thinking about the puppy and the island when he felt a brush alongside him; his fur buzzed, and a chill - the warm, excited kind - buzzed like a little bee up his spine. he turned to mona in surprise, his emerald greens searching the tormented murkwater of her gaze -- why was she so impossibly sad?

he didn't think it had to do with the obvious, a chid disappearing -- but to him, she seemed unmoored and untethered in some way that suddenly, she was reaching out to him as if thrown into a snarling rift of sea. he instinctively fell into the pressure, overwhelmed by her proximity but not afraid -- and feeling gently, ever so tentatively, rannveig sought to wrap himself around her and give into her slight brush with a firmer, more assured brush of his own.