Stavanger Bay And heard the sweetest sound,

Sea lions she called them. He had no idea what a lion was, but by elimination he deduced there was no way he'd hunted one; he'd only ever hunted crabs and fish. Unless it actually was a type of fish, though the prefix of sea seemed redundant for an exclusively aquatic animal. The only other animal he could recall by the sea were the fish-dogs. He'd encountered a swath of them cover the entire shoreline during the summer. He investigated them briefly, but lost interest. They were big, loud things. Constantly barking, sparring, or the exact opposite—sunbathing. By the looks of their teeth, they were obvious carnivores. Carnivore meat didn't have same taste as herbivore; being on the brink of starvation had taught him that.

Haven' tried. You? He answered.