Was it scary? Selkie sniffed, deciding. It smelled cold and of wet fur. And also like milk, the way he and siblings and mathair and vater smelled. It was bigger than him, but it was tiny compared to parents... and if it was really scary, vater would come and eat it.
So decided, Selkie kept walking, largeeyed as more details began to resolve. Big paws and fur all messy like the blanket he had so fearlessly chewed. He sniffed again, tail swaying, and barked a single loud note to prove he wasn't scared of it.
