Sea Lion Shores i can not boast

if her mood was dark before, it was positively pitch when she was called a sour ass. she made it a point to look at her ass -- she even swung her tail a bit in the air -- it was definitely not sour.

she stalked after raptor, her shoulders rolling smoothly as she followed him. he settled near the rise of a rock, and sandpiper slid onto her belly besides the slab. she situated herself directly behind him, and did as he said -- only she focused her attention on feinting nibbles at his tail. she lipped at the longer wisps, trying to pluck his tail the way a bird might.

if she was gun' have some lernin' today, she was gonna do it the sandpiper way: ultimate pain-in-the-ass style.