Life for a selkie used to be easier. It used to be great being able to switch from seal to person could be very helpful. Though most choose to stay as a seal in their rookery. That is until humans came along of course and suddenly being a selkie was a curse. Pups, too weak to fight are stripped of their skin when caught and forced to work for it back though they'll never get it and if they ever manage to flee with their skin it's no longer in one piece as most has been sold off. Thankfully only some people know of Selkies.

The SBI are all selkis. Philza has experience on land now, his selkie skin always tucked close to him, hidden from peering eyes. He doesn't work for anyone, not anymore at least. His house is by the coast as far away from catching areas as possible. He doesn't remember much of his old rookery but he's got a family now anyway so it doesn't much matter.

Phil had made friends with Technoblade when he was alone on the run with his skin, Phil had saved Wilbur after he escaped and was in the process of getting recaptured by the same captors, and Tommy he saved from his captors when he was being sold.

They're as tight knit as you can be and even in their super safe home they make sure the others always know where they are or where they're going.

The wind howls past the house as usual. Being by the sea tends to be windy but the cold felt nice on their skin, refreshing and familiar. All their rooms had windows that looked out at the water so they always felt connected to that part of themselves even when not in the water. The dinning room also has a big window looking out at the chilly water lapping up onto the sand outside.