Totoka River Seidsongen, lint den lokkar hug or ham.

When Towhee looked back to her with a question on her lips, Reverie could only rejoin with a delighted little laugh. Her ears still stood tall, and she kept looking between the woman and the sea with wide eyes. She didn't quite notice that she was being studied. A small gasp slipped from her at the creature's second appearance, and she stepped toward the water thoughtlessly, but remembered just in time that she had company.
Besides, it wouldn't do to go chasing sea monsters and lose herself in the ocean. Lestan would be very displeased.
She turned back to Towhee when she addressed her again, nodding. Then she pointed in the rough direction of Stavanger Bay, where her family waited for her. Reverie was suddenly anxious to return at the thought of them, but she wanted to hunt before she made her way back. Something new this time. Hunting still bothered her, just a little, but the necessity of it outweighed her discomfort — and it was rapidly becoming her preferred method of getting acquainted with seaside living.