Sea Lion Shores manflesh

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the second a ceasefire was announced rannveig flounced to the ground, flopping like a flounder in the sand. the self-same grin that threatened to break velen’s composure spilled winsomely across rannveig’s features, a good-natured grin in light of their play. 

alright, but only to eat. then you’re getting your ass kicked. he rose and romped towards the cache, pulling enough for both he and his brother and gorging with the unphased appetite only rough play could bring. they’d eat, and the true to his word, rannveig would square a hefty nip at velen’s flank before cackling as he galloped away down the beach.