Sea Lion Shores Not all those who wander are lost

The female returned his greeting with neutral posture and tones. Smokestep allowed the expression on his features to crinkle some, into a half smirk that drew up the right half of his face. The young Captain did not scent a pack on her, but her coat carried the scents of travel and faraway places. Were he not so attached to the sea, the boy would have liked to have lived his life as a vagabond. The idea of venturing to some distant land had always been an inspiring one. The ocean and her cruel temptations was far too deep in the marrow of his bones for him to venture far. It was the prospect of a tale that drew him to her, and so he leaned against that, hoping she would spark at the prospect of good company.
 
“Fancied a stroll on the beach, aye?” he inquired with a chuckle. The pirate flagged his tail once more and allowed for a bit of space between them. He wasn’t interested in spooking the ladies before he had a chance to persuade them with his charms. The yearling had thought highly enough of himself to believe that anyone who participated in enjoyable conversation with him was more fortunate for it. He looked at her expectantly, and while he may have been coming on strongly, seemed to have good intentions.