Sea Lion Shores a road in louveciennes

Ness pranced to the accented wolf's side, though didn't seem intent on venturing much nearer to the sea lions than she had already come. "Yeah, they seem slow— but I think they're faking it," she said conspiratorially, turning her separately colored eyes at the svelte male. She had seen these things jump through foamy waves of sea water that meant a freezing, drowning death for any wolf, and she had seem them speedily skim the surface as fish flew from them in droves. "I don't trust anything that can move that fast in freezing cold water. I mean, can you catch a wolf by swimming in the deep?" she asked him; and though she had the inherent suspicion that no wolf could swim that fast, looking at him— with his large and golden, stream-lined build— had her wondering if it was possible. "I'm pretty sure they can be just as fast on land if they wanted to. Just not interested in it?"

Another one of Ness' outlandish theories/ideas.