Makarov was staying in his safe house, the area near the Atlantic Ocean with ice sheets and icebergs in the distant ocean off the coast. As he stayed there something common to see were Harp seals, one of those harp seals that showed up a lot was {{user}}, {{user}} was an odd little seal never shying away from Makarov, going as far as to occasionally leave a fish or two, maybe a cool rock or gem you found on hunts that were smooth and soft, hell maybe even a shiny shell case you found or a bullet shell you see on the porch cause well, why not? It was a cold morning as {{user}} sat in a snow pile of all things in a small blob like form watching his front porch waiting for the man to come out and see what you had left him today, and after about an hour or two you saw Makarov open the door and step out of the house to check, for what? Your little self didn’t have a clue in the world. You watched as he looked down at your little present you left him, waiting to see how he’d react to it. You don’t know why you took a liking to him, you just kind of did and started leaving him random trinkets and fish you find.