His travels around Auster were slowly taking him farther and farther north. The land was beautiful here, but crowded with wolf packs. Too crowded if anyone were to ask his opinion. If they intended to truly build a life for cats all over Boreas and Auster, they would need to find open terrain with neighbors that wouldn't spook easily or no neighbors at all. Not that Raumr disliked wolves, he was actually quite fond of the toothy canines, but they... weren't always so trustworthy of felines. He understood to a point, but wished more weren't so prejudice.

He skirts around the berry grove with clear pack scents, trying to find a good path across to the other continent. It doesn't take long for the Bifrost's bridge to appear before him. With the heavy amounts of rain lately, the bridge was thinner than he expected. Swimming wasn't exactly his strong suit. Cursing under his breath, he pulls together his courage and begins to head across the sandbar. Cautious with slow steps, he is surprised by the sudden appearance of a sea lion emerging from the watery shallows. His eyes widen as he freezes. The creature blares a trumpeting call at him, clearly upset about something.

"Just trying to pass," Raumr announces, puffing up his chest as his tail flicks anxiously behind him. He steps forward, closer to the sea lion and the sea lion takes it as a thread. Teeth bared and blubbery body begins lumbering toward him as it bellows again. A growl rises in Raumr's chest as he bares his teeth, head lowering and ears flattening. Flexing his claws, he takes off to meet the sea lion at full speed in an attempt to knock it into the water rather than actually engage it into a fight.

Raumr Regalus, the Third

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It was the request of her companions that Sucre had gone south toward the bifrost. While the thin strip of land wasn't ideal for the small cat, who wasn't particularly fond of water, she knew the open water would make her friends happy. The small orange feline has been waiting on the sandbar, warily flicking her gaze to the water as the waves brushed against the sand. It was scary to think that if the water suddenly had a surge a wave could knock her into the sea. If it wasn't for that wariness she might have tried to fish herself… but the risk of the moving water was too great in her mind. She decided to stretch, head sweeping down toward her forelegs as her back arched and her tail swept over her body. “Mmm…” Ears suddenly perked and body went rigid at bellowing down the sandbar. The tiny feline froze, green gaze shifting up fearfully. What in the name of all that was good and holy was THAT!?

Sucre’s heart hammered in her chest as her ears flicked back flat against her skull. Shit, shit, shit… Then came the roar. Great, another predator! At least this one was feline, though that didn't mean she couldn't become a target. She was tiny enough that most carnivores could decide they wanted to make her a snack… and Sucre was afraid to fight. She’d much rather run and avoid the danger.

Unfortunately Anna and Nina had other ideas. The two penguins popped their heads out of the water and Anna waved a flipper towards the fight. “Come on! We might need to help chase that blubberball off!” Wait… wait wait wait…! They wanted her to help!? “Are you two out of your minds!?” Sucre yowled. They would die… that thing would squish them! But her friends were already making towards the fight in the water. Sucre quivered… she couldn't leave them but…

“We are going to die… The cat groaned, racing across the sandbar after them. What did the penguins even expect them to be able to do?

"Speech,"'Thought.'

Perhaps it had been the distance that muddled the sea lion's vision. For when Raumr approached, paws slipping slightly on slick sand, the expression of the watery beast began to change. No, Raumr was not just some mild mannered and weak cat that would stand down and take the bullying. He was large, larger than most, and could confidently take on this creature. Well, mostly confident. He wasn't quite sure what it actually was, but nonetheless, he wasn't doing anything but traveling.

As his claws reach out to dig into the sea lion's blubber, sharp teeth and whiskers meet his shoulder. A stiff and thick flipper whacks him abruptly against the side, forcing him to stumble into the water. Droplets splash up over his body, dampening his coat. Frustration courses through him as he shoves back, teeth biting down once more as his arms try to find purchase around the slippery skin of the sea lion. If he had seen the small cat and her companions approaching, he might not have engaged in the fight, but now it was too late.

Raumr Regalus, the Third

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