Sea Lion Shores Tell me I'm the only one

Nei, Came the answer, quick and concise. He was no sea wolf, though he was unafraid of the churlish waters that lapped at the beach they stood upon, though there were many dangers within its stormy depths. He had seen them as a boy, tested their strength and pull as a teen, and respected their power as a man. He would stay here, on solid ground, rather than subject himself to their icy wrath one more.

This one is an ice wolf. A mountain wolf. A drengr. His head lifted in pride as he answered the question, though the adjustment was cleared with a shake of his shoulders and fur. He could feel the water droplets cling to his overcoat, to his eyelashes and his whiskers. Stjörnuáti. You?