Sea Lion Shores squid to be stolen

"Well thank you!" Luke beamed, his tail thumping the sand. Swiping some squid from a slow moving animal like a seal on land was not much of a feat, but he appreciated the compliment thus accepted it with confidence. Luke had stolen a meal from almost any predator one could think of: a rabbit from a weasel, a fawn kill from a coyote, a big salmon from a bear. One of these days it was bound to get him into trouble, but so far he had lived up to his just-now self-proclaimed title of master thief. "It's something of a hobby of mine," he chuckled as he bent his head to take the first bite of his stolen prize. The texture was surprising and the saltiness of the sea evident, but Luke found that he enjoyed it.

"It is good!" he agreed, taking another bite, smiling at his new companion. "Are you wandering somewhere specific or just wherever"? he queried.