Sea Lion Shores before i let you go away

Hoping for a cousin she hasn't interacted with yet!

She had instructed her cousin to go on without her. Later, she would make her own return to the island, but only after deciding what she would say. Ying sat at the cliff overlooking the shore, listening to the calls of sea lions reverberate against the stone.

When the tide had gone out he had tried to swim, thinking that the dark smudge on the horizon looked like a good spot to investigate. Maybe his person was there? He could not remember where he had left them (it certainly wasn't across any big water) but that did not dissuade him. He tried, only to be swept back to shore when the water came rushing back. 

The dappled dog was cold and wet and unhappy, but at least he was on solid ground. Shiverring on a foreign beach where everything smelled sterile from salt - but alive, which was a good sign. He forced himself to his paws and began to scour the area for food.

Then, hearing something deep that sounded like a car honk or a big dog (the kind he would avoid on walks) Bug looked around with his head up. Concern knit across his marked face, and his dark little ears twitched. He saw something - someone? - sitting among some barnacled boulders and with a little yip, moved closer to check them out.

The greeting was not met with her usual enthusiasm. She turned an indifferent gaze to the being behind her, doing a double-take as she realized that it was distinctly non-wolf. Confusion began to set in, stirring up a flurry of questions: if not a wolf, then what was it? The beast certainly wasn't a bear, or any bear that she'd ever seen. It didn't look like an elk, or a deer, and Ying was mostly sure that it wasn't a rabbit.

Ying realized that she'd been staring and turned away with some embarassment. Her instinct was to ignore the hallucination in hopes that it would simply disappear.