Sea Lion Shores far away from home.

the male remained nonplussed as she studied him -- as if her brazen observation of every slant of his fur was not, in some way, violating. she tipped her neck and muzzle back and sat, not unlike a vulture -- her little eyes watching him as he spoke. he had a nose, and she assumed it was a working one -- there was little to be had by lying to him. "you are correct." she parroted, though there was no semblance of mimicry in her tone. "why does one travel alone?" she had learned the hard way it that not all lone wolves were promising prospects -- often, they had some serious flaw that shattered any hope for pack life.