Sea Lion Shores you're a drifter, shape shifter

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When the coywolf plunged into the icy waters again, Aesop trailed behind, simply wading in until the waves crashed against his chest. His approach was narrower than hers, but he felt it was safest. Should the beast awake and realize their intent, he would have an easier time getting out of the water (where, he now knew, they were most dangerous) than he would if he were swimming. It put him closer to the beast, but as he understood it, they were not dangerous on land. And he didn't see how they could be, as they were large and clumsy beasts. Though he had yet to see the inside of its mouth, he assumed the teeth were dull, made for eating plants.

Because his attention had been on the target, not on his companion, he started when she cried out. His head snapped to her, and he began to tear from the water as she had. Aesop now took a wide approach, coming to one side of the animal. This put him right in its path as it turned, which he immediately decided was the last place he wanted to be. Because now he wasn't so sure what to do. He couldn't run, that would make him look like a coward. But he sure as hell didn't know how to kill it. The neck looked thick, and he didn't know if it was so thick that he would not be able to reach a vein. Aesop sidestepped its approach, then, and decided that the best way to learn was to do. He then launched himself at the beast's neck, attempting to pierce its thick hide.

That seemed to little other than enrage the beast, and so he disengaged himself and danced back, throwing a sharp glance at the coywolf. "The fuck am I supposed to do with that?" he yelled, trotting with a wide berth between himself and the sea lion.