Sea Lion Shores bonafied lovin CHROMEO

Beautiful. It was not the word he would have used to describe the scuffle; but this woman was odd, so he accepted the decree with a smile and set aside his misgivings. A twitch of his lips, a blink of his eyes.

She was still staring—now at his prideful bearing. Kigipigak did not follow the stare to its intended target, the crux of his throat, and instead focused on the good feelings her praise left in him.

At least someone valued his contributions... Even if it was merely a story. It was a tiny stoke to the fire of his ego, but it was enough. 

I have other stories... He had not shared the best one with anyone, not in detail, holding it close to himself as a singular pinnacle of triumph. He watched her carefully, seeing his pale shape distort in the blackness of her eyes. There was a man who I fought, who now lays dead, barely worth his salt.

Kigipigak's loyalty had been on a rocky foundation. This woman was simple, so far as he could tell, and she was appreciative of his story, which was more positive reinforcement than he had gained from Valmua or Stjornuati. He found his foundations beginning to crumble, as stones might beneath the constant stroking of the tide.