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almost like a dog. Chellejary heard all of what was said and sat up too quickly. Being

too weak to hold her own she heaped back down dizzier than ever. The mother and a few
of the others gasped. One of the little ones was already near Chellejary so they swished

their hips and moved their body under her. So that her head would crash on something
softer than the sandy crystalled ground. “Momma is the poor lady going to be alright?”

One of the little ones asked, It was a bit deeper in tone then the other little voice.

Chellejary shook her head and moaned as she placed her hand over her forehead. She

raised an eyebrow then tried to sit back up. Not as fast this time. However as she
started turning she felt something slightly fluffy but silky on her face. When she

opened her eyes and pushed up off the ground. Her eyes widened as she blinked in shock.
It was a spotted white sea lion pup. It wiggled up and spun around to face her.

Chellejary sat back on her knees.

“O how cute. But where is your?....” She started then turned her head looking around .
She saw the rest of the litter and a larger one. Whom she assumed was the parent. She
looked around at the rest of the place, then back at the pup in front of her. She still

shivered uncontrollably. “Hmm, Aaand What's your name?” She asked, as her teeth
chattering together just a little. Two more of the pups came walloring over to her as

well. Tripping and climbing over one another. Chellejary chuckled. Then a loud blast of
water came out from the water behind her. “There are others on the Island Kelshara we

must leave.” A deep bellowing grunting voice said. Chellejarys eyes widened even more
intensely as she felt hot air behind her and the presence of a huge Creature. She was

hesitant to turn around and look but she slowly managed, trembling in fright. It was
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an Atlantic walrus. ​H​owever it was 7 ½ feet tall, 15 ¾ ft from top to fin. He looked really
fluffy as though he could weigh anywhere from 3,000 lbs to 5,081 lbs. It was just
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downright frightening.

His tusks were rigged and thick. One was chipped a few inches shorter than the
other and there was tons of scratch marks up and down them. He looked like he had a
far share of battles himself. Chellejary’s whole body shook. She was going into

hypothermic shock stage 3. She could feel a surge of energy come out of her as she went
unconscious. Falling back onto the Walrus. Pink magic rippling waves and dust came