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As she had suspected, the pooling of familiar saltbrine scents soon gave way to the figure of her friend who, at this moment, was little more than a dark blob. "It's good to see you," Yura grinned, closing the distance as her muzzle came to nose amicably at Sobeille's cheek. 

In the damp gloom, she could just about make out the woman's flank still slack in the wake of childbirth and felt a pang of guilt that she had been absent for the birth. At least, she reasoned, there would be no need to hunt another sealmother as Sobeille was very much alive.

"Though you're not a fat as I remember." Her words held no bite, fondly remembering a previous conversation.