Sea Lion Shores What immortal hand or eye

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The butterscotch-and-cream female’s bark acted as a starting pistol — it cracked through the din in tandem with the upward quirk of her chin, and Seelie fairly levitated in her joy to get closer. She was always playful but had been unusually so lately, and she scooted to a stop alongside the younger female with a decisive nod. If the girl allowed it, Coelacanth would bump hips with her as she wriggled with equal fervor, swallowing a few times to moisten her hollow throat before offering in a frail whisper: “Sea lions.” She wished her uncle was here to tell one of Kirynnae’s famous sea lion stories, but in lieu of them she bounced where she stood and slanted her taller compatriot an arch-eyed smile. Tail wagging vigorously, “In,” the sheepdog affirmed in a silky susurrus.

There was just one caveat.

“No kill,” she begged hopefully, her tufted ears falling back against her skull in shy entreaty. Between the two of them, a sea lion pup would be an easy enough meal, but Kirynnae’s softhearted granddaughter just couldn’t get behind breaking such a deeply ingrained tradition.