Sea Lion Shores of the waves are skimming

kjalarr draws nearer, having to trust that the sea lions were too sleepy to bother with him. even so, he keeps his pace slow: casual, as if to tell them he is not a threat. not here and not now, at any rate; striving to meet her halfway so neither had to raise their voice and risk drawing the ire of the sea lions.

those are called sea lions, kjalarr offers the information them. their meet is fatty but tastes good. at least, that was his general opinion though despite being born a seafarer he preferred venison.

and i am called kjalarr, he offers his name and with a gesture of his muzzle towards the bay, and my clan is stavanger bay.