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@Arturo

he watched quietly as the seals bathed in the pale sunlight, thwumping their hefty weight on the sand as they moved like thick, enticing sausages. a dart of pale tongue licked across his drooling chops -- couldn't they just come a little closer and give ole murgy a sample of their fat? they didn't need all of that fat, did they?

they were fully aware of the wolf's presence, and every time the male made an advancement they retreated an equal distance towards the water, their liquid eyes filled with humorous intelligence. a loud babble of calls rose as the wolf suddenly burst towards them and they inched into the sea like fat, succulent catepillars. in a matter of moments, they were gone along with murgash's hopes of an easy meal.

murgash stopped and howled in frustration and defeat. why couldn't they be slow, and stupid? why did they have to be somewhat slow but smart and resourceful? 'FOINE!" he spat after them -- had he fists he would of shaked them. "MOI GULLETS A GREAT PLACE T' BE, BUT IF YE DON' WANT TO BE AK-QUAINTED EET INNIT MOI FAULT. stupit seadogs." he slumped into the sand and scowled, waiting for their heads to reappear.