Sea Lion Shores far away from home.

Although Spring crept slowly upon the lands, it would seem Winter was still hanging on dutifully, at least along the shores. Heavy cloud cover blocked out warmth from the sun, and although temperatures were rising, there was a definite chill in the air. A heavy gust of wind lifted off the turbulent waves and rolled over the cliffside, whipping about Sitkah's ghostly-hued fur and breaching an involuntary chill from the male. He stood stoically though, sea-like gaze traveling distantly over the ocean horizon. In the distance, an up-roar of barking pierced the air, causing his attention to shift; but it was merely the petty squabbles of the local Sea Lion harem, surely the likes of their impending breeding season. 

The Ghost settled then at the cliffs edge, paws precariously close to a steep drop to the beach below. He was certain he was alone though, at least for the time being, with only the stench of the pinnipeds laying about the sandy shores beneath him gracing his sense of smell.