Sea Lion Shores i can not boast

she whipped her head around as she registered what he had said, her ears pulled back in stark umbrage. how dare! with a grunt she started to crab walk away from him, angling her spine so her backside was facing away from his roving eyes. god save any onlooker who witnessed her, who likely would assume she was either possessed, or plain rabid.

there was a third option, which was stupid, but sandpiper would never admit such a flaw.

she kept her muzzle contorted in a deep scowl as she scuttled away from him, stopping at the edge of a small tide pool. in the water she saw all manner of things - kelp, shrimp, thousands of small invertebrate she knew not the name or taxon of. "hey!" she yelled, looking up at raptor with her jaws parted in a pant: "there's some grub here."