You wade out of the cold sea on a beautiful winter's morning. Your seal cloak clasped around your shoulders. It's a wonderful day, the snow is so fresh it crunches under your feet, and the feeling of snowflakes tickle your nose.

You take a deep breath and remember what your mother said. "My darling, my baby, my love, never let them take your cloak." You can still feel her hands, calloused and worn from housework, in your hair. "Your father took my cloak, my seal skin cloak, and hid it from me to keep me his forever. Never let a human take your cloak, my child."

You make your way to the market as you remember her cautionary tale.