Stavanger Bay Seaside

While one sibling slept, Salaksartok kept watch. He didn't knowingly do so, but he was awake and alert to the sounds around the den, the breathing of Ipiktok, and the ocasional approach of a larger body - expecting one of his parents to show up with food at some point, most likely.
Instead there was a shape he did not know. A small woman (who still seemed immense to the child), not licked by the warmth of his mother or familiar in scent (in fact, they lacked the brine smell he was used to and he did not like it at all).
She approached where Ipiktok was sleeping and said something. Already Salaksartok was on his feet and lurching towards her, adamant that she keep back. His fur was prickling and his tail was up, unafraid to wedge himself between his doe-brother and the monstrous figure.
However, he was still a boy. Unaware that his antics might be considered rude, or that his suddenly summoned voice (puppy growls and yips) might be the real instability that would lead Ipiktok to wake.