Moonsong Glacier mama cuts like a man-of-war

'Mac lowered his head, his breath held with anticipation as Arjun motioned for him to come over and observe what lay over the edge of their perch. Slowly, he approached on cautious steps. His liquid sunshine eyes widened tremendously; his maw agape as his gaze fell upon one of the stranger sights he'd ever seen. Several plump - no, massive - streamlined lumps of deep gray-black lined the beach.

"Whoa..." he muttered, craning his neck out as far as he dared, "They're... bigger than I imagined." Truthfully, he found them a bit intimidating! He jerked his head back as one lifted its head in a massive yawn, exposing an absolutely terrifying array of teeth. "Well, that's frightening."

Sumac gave a quick shake of his head, trying to quell the goosebumps that now ran along his skin. It wasn't until Dutch spoke again that he brought his attention back to his own body and away from the spectacle before them.

"Could you?" he wondered. Surely, someone who seemed as worldly as Dutch would have had experience in the affairs of courtship at this point. 'Mac found himself woefully behind the proverbial eight ball in this regard, as well as many others. Dutch spoke again, this time of fatherhood, confirming the Mackenzie's assumptions. 

"I guess... that is true," he responded, slowly. The inner machinations of his mind were trying to identify the strange feelings that were settling in his chest and belly, and the drive that pulled ever-steadily at his thoughts. 

Not gonna live forever, 'Mac. You know that all too well...

"I suppose there's no time like the present, huh?" he said with a small laugh, "Da used to say, 'Experience is the best teacher.'"

He turned his attention back to the seals, who had begun vocalizing in a strange, bark-like language. "Folks eat those things?" he wondered aloud, trying to imagine such a thing and wrap his mind around the concept of hunting such... complicated prey.