Sea Lion Shores Not all those who wander are lost

The marauder was fond of trekking down the stretch of beach in search of stray sea lions who had meandered inland for some fun. The shores had been quiet for a short while, offering him very little in regard to humor or pleasure, but that day held the breath of spring with the sea breeze. He had ventured out of his home in search of passersby who might entertain his need for companionship – at least for a while. The pallid young Captain strolled at a leisurely pace.
 
Not long after, he caught sight of an unfamiliar shape. Interest piqued, he picked up his speed some until he could confirm that the wanderer was not one of his own. The scents that mingled with her coat seemed to come from faraway places, and Smokestep found himself drawn toward her with a crooked grin and a sharp glint in his dual-toned gaze. After a moment, he chuffed a greeting and flagged his tail for the stranger. “Ahoy,” the young pirate called, his voice carrying down the shore. To echo the word, a single sea lion barked in response before bouncing its way back into the water and disappearing.