Watching the seals, Ceana felt sad for them. Trapped in little glass tanks, far from the sea and from freedom. She wasn't sure that they were having as much fun as Bertie seemed to think.
But then someone had taken hold of Ceana's hand and she turned on the stranger, confused for only a second before the scent caught up to her. For a moment she could only stand there in shock, but then she wrapped her arms around the seal-woman and started nuzzling against her throat and her face, a very seal-like show of affection.
Selkie. Like her. The first of her own kind she'd ever come across. She might have cried with happiness if she were all woman, but instead the sound belonged to her old life: a half-bark half-moan of joy.