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"Nah' much farther..." Komodo answered, but assumed this answer fell upon deaf ears. There was a commotion down the beach — Brontide had caught a seafowl — and Komodo was impressed with the man’s endeavors but continued his way across the tidal pools, plucking what he could from the waters. This soon dissolved into a fascination with the ocealife that existed in such tiny, aquatic worlds — how could they ever be happy in a domain so small, when they were aware of the full ocean that lay just beyond? He nosed them absentmindedly, watching the crabs scuttle away and the tiny fish flick their tails at him. 

Becoming bored, but not willing to join Sirimiri and Brontide’s play, the brute lumbered over to Serein and brushed up against her side and walked abreast the shewolf as she indulged. The angakkuq never ate much, really. It was a part of his austerity, and an aspect of his religion that he expected others to not understand. Komodo ate for sustenance, not for gluttony or hedonistic pleasures, and that did not require much.

“Ah’never could unnastan’ yer taste fer seafood,” he mentioned idly to the agouti girl, pawing at a spiny sea urchin and wondering what part of this would be considered appetizing. Though he spent significant time with the Cortens, their seafaring nature never truly rubbed off on him. Most of his education lay in forest shamanism, rather than oceanic zealotry, anyways.