Stavanger Bay You Win or You Die

They were so very open. So very exposed. Their dark coats standing out on the beachside. Granted, Arrluk didn't blend in well in the forest either yet his chances of keeping hidden were far greater with cover. Here, there was none. Arrluk could only imagine he might disguise himself would be if he went swimming around in the shallows. Yet pretending like he was some baby orca waiting them to take to the sea would likely send them into a panic further. Actuallyyy... that might be an idea. For another time, perhaps. 

Arrluk moved along his hunting parents side. He remained low but also remained at a distance. His eyes would only glance to the sea lion every so often, as though he was disinterested. If he didn't appear as a threat there was a chance he could get closer and choose a target well. After all, it was not the sea lion which he sought, but the seal. 

There were some further down coast. Hidden among the horde of lions. They were faster then the sea lions and Arrluk could only hoped the much larger, slow moving beasts would equally slow the seal down, blocking their path to safety at sea. Arrluk now wished their was ocra at hunt this day. They would be trapped between death from land and sea. 

Sobeille and Arrluk would be on their own this day, so once Arrluk felt he had gotten close enough to where the sea lion began to honk and shift about with a nervousness, Arrluk would surge forth, snapping and circling, rounding about the lions which trapped a few two or three seal among them. Now, just to get to them.