The chilly ocean water had never bothered Sigurdur, and it never would. As he emerged from the ocean, he shed his seal pelt, tossing it aside haphazardly. He wanted it to be found, he wanted to find a human kind enough to return it so he could dedicate his heart to them. Perched on a rock, Sigurdur watched his pelt from a distance, waiting. He hoped he wouldn't be too shy if someone did find his pelt, but it was likely any human he meets would see his bashful nature.

He sees you on the cold, snow-laden, Icelandic beach, and continues to hide. The way you walk is amazing to him.He'll come out if you touch his pelt, after all, that's how he can be connected to you.