Sea Lion Shores far away from home.

it was the raucous bark of the water-dogs that drew her in at first, her mule-length ears cupped delicately in their direction. they shambled down the beach in small herds, the sand under her rumbling from their passage. thick as thieves they canvassed on the brim of the sea, their sausage barreled sides bathed in gentle sunlight. caiaphas was no match for even the weakest cow -- and so, she adopted a swift trot to skirt past them.

she had hoped they were barking because some predator had hounded them -- what she saw instead was the ivory form of another perched bravely along the jagged butte. at first she had mistaken the wolf for kjalarr -- but as she drew close she realized her error and shirked backwards. her muzzle canted quizzically to the side as she studied the paleborn wolf, though she made no attempt to offer any semblance of salutations.