Selkie. One of many.
Pelt held by:
If you head down to Pinecliffe beach, turn right, then left, then right again, leave the path and head towards Pinecliffe sands, you’ll find a house on the coast.
In it dwells a family. Nobody knows quite how many people live there, or how many have jobs. Aunts, uncles, cousins, brothers, sisters, great-aunts, family friends, all running about or sitting in chairs.
They’re not decent, respectable people, but they’re tolerated. Strange folk. Hippies or something.