Sea Lion Shores What immortal hand or eye

The sound of splashing not only distracted a few of the sea lions, but Niamh as well. What a good idea, she thought- use one wolf as a diversion while the other could get closer. She continued to meander this way and that, pausing every time she got noticed with a sparkling, dark eye to inspect a shell or rock that happened to be nearby. She didn't like the smell of a lot of this stuff- there was something kind of off about it, and when she licked one of the shells she found, she crinkled her nose in disgust- salty things were definitely not her jam. 

She eventually made her way closer to a group of adults who weren't the least bit concerned in anything a wolf was up to- their eyes were closed and they seemed lost in the bliss of sunbathing. One gave a chuff that caused Niamh to sidestep away for a moment, but it wasn't chuffing at her, but a youngster who'd bumped up against its flank...If you could call it a flank, anyway. Giving Coelacanth a sideways glance and a toothy grin, she paused for a moment before she darted in. 

It was only a couple bounds that separated her from the sea lions, and her quick movements were noticed- but just as she predicted, the creatures were clumsy and slow-moving on the land. She was able to give one of the sea lions a good bork in the side with the blunt tip of her nose and leap away before it flailed out with one flipper, missing her by several feet. Several of them opened their mouths and made an odd roaring sound as she trotted away, circling closer to Coelacanth and giving her friend a wink. "Your turn!"