Stavanger Bay ready to sail ya seadogs

She was pleased to push him under, and desired to keep him under as long as she could before he broke to the surface. She could see he wanted to retort, probably about her win, so she decided to keep him under even more before reluctantly allowing him to swim upwards, only to get a splash in the face, which she was more then happy to return with her own large paws slamming against the water.

"Aye! A win is a treasure that lasts for decades in ya memories." He teased, but she was pleased to simply be a winner. If there was a crown, one would be on her head. Though Norsamu doesn't look as nice as she imagines herself, as the lion's mane that normally holds around her neck, hung downward as the water absorbed into it. Her fur dripped, and so she shivered and swam her way on land with a shake from the water-filled neck and body.