A small stretch, then Akira notices the poor seal. He winced a bit, an equally apologetic look on his face. He rubbed at his shoulder, noting to use dia later. “Are they going to be ok?”

The screeches and growls pulled Akira’s attention to the battle. Snow did their best to dig their paws into the ground, but they were still pulled along, inch by inch.

He glanced between Yuya and the fight once, then twice. A third time, he kept his attention on Yuya, a finger pointing at the sight. “Should...should one of us catch it?”