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Down at the shoreline.

This was not Tiden's preferred haul-out site, but earlier today the beach he and his companions frequented had been already occupied. Or rather the spindly-legged fur-beasts had lied in wait for the seals to come ashore in order to attack them mercilessly. The old man, who was so very awkward and slow on land, turned out to be pretty agile, when it came to facing danger. He had not stayed to see, if everyone had been just as lucky, which is normal for their species. They are not particularly fond of living in a pack. 

But - being a creature of habit and his nap long overdue - he had to find another suitable place. Such came in a form of a small rocky beach, bordered by a cliff wall so tall, that it seemed to end somewhere in the sky. Tiden surfaced from the water and on the third take got his 200 kilos of fat, flesh, bone and personality a top a flat, sun-warmed rock. There with a happy sigh he rolled on his back and fell asleep.