Moonsong Glacier If we run into red full speed

I believe the seals are just in a lake fed by glaciermelt that feeds into the ocean via river!

Simbelmyne was not as quiet of a girl as Dutch had first taken her to be, but he saw that much of her dynamic nature still lived under the surface. He wondered what thoughts must be lurking behind her wide, moonlike eyes, and was gratified when she called him gentle — suggesting that it was him, at least in part, that had brought so thoughtful a look to her face.

He didn't answer beyond a laugh. They were there at the lake already, and the woman seemed enthralled by the expanse of water. Dutch thought it rather beautiful as well, and was as happy as ever to fill the silence with soft chatter.

"They do not eat wolves," he reassured her. "You should always be careful — but more of the waves and the tides than of the seals themselves. They are gentle as long as you keep your distance. Many will come up to you and have just as much fun watching you as you have watching them."

He stretched and laid a little flatter, propping himself up on his elbows so that he could watch Simbelmyne and the seals at the same time. 

"I have not tried swimming with these seals yet," he admitted. "But I will, when the weather is warmer. The ones that I swam with lived in a lagoon on the coast, far north of this place. There is a pack of sea-faring wolves who taught me about them. They are like your story — they do not hunt their seal-brethren."

His gaze focused more on Simbelmyne than the seals, now. He liked the sparkle of wonder in her eyes, even if he did not think swimming with seals was at all impressive. He hoped she would try it at some point, preferably with him there to participate! But he did not consider it to be much of a stunt.

"Will you tell me about where you grew up?" he asked her.