Stavanger Bay And heard the sweetest sound,

They are up on the coast. Ah, so they were the fish-dogs. Sea lion was a much more formidable name, but it seemed well-earned. He recalled their brutal fights during summer once more, one wolf absolutely stood no chance against such a beast—at least against the big ones. The skinnier ones seemed quick enough to escape into the sea and not as aggressive. The concept itself of hunting such an odd creature seemed complex, no other creature compared in stature. He didn’t close himself off to idea, however. Maybe the effort to catch one would be worth it. If their hunt was unsuccessful, he could always help with locating an elk herd.

I’ll be sure not’ta miss it. Anythin’ else? He spoke, taking up a fish from the pile, preparing to soon go cache it.