Sea Lion Shores you're a drifter, shape shifter

Christ, I wouldn't even be surprised if I did that at this point, tbh.

Rather unwisely, Aesop didn't pay much attention to the water itself. He spent some time glancing across the water to the island that lay there. He... wasn't sure what it was. An island? Maybe, but it seemed too far away to be an island. Was it... was it another continent? He knew they were there, across the ocean. That land mass seemed far enough away.

Probably a continent.

He came to this conclusion about the same time as he realized that there was a wolf in the water, steadily making her way to the shore. An altogether strange woman, whom he first mistook (in a pants-shitting moment of terror) as a sort of wraith. A wraith she was, slight and strange in every manner. Still, he was curious, and so he continued to approach her cautiously.

And boy, did she not look pleased to see him. Still, he was not deterred. "Hey now, miss. You don't seem too pleased to see me. Got something on my face or what? From the look of it, you do. What happened to you?" He hadn't noticed from farther away, but it appeared that she had some taken some damage to her muzzle. From experience (the evidence of which he bears proudly,) he knew how damn inconvenient they were.