Sea Lion Shores a road in louveciennes

As she drifted closer, it took all of his willpower to stay stationary. His tail fanned the air without hindrance, occasionally dusting at the sand, and when she began to speak of the lazy creatures beyond them he turned to watch them for a moment longer. With each new tidbit of information Renoir's face shifted to a new expression, something gaudy and woefully expressive; the thought of being dragged out to sea was horrific, and her question - while redundant - had him shaking his head with a display of pure mortification wrought there.

He turned to look at her then, deciding it was a good choice to stay back. To think, he had been tempting these foul creatures! What if they were only pretending to be slow and dim-witted? Oh, that was a fine game indeed! A dangerous game. The boy felt a tremble work down his yellowed spine and he scampered a few steps around her, putting distance between the pair of them and the beasts. Oui, that is -- that is a very terrible thing! We will not visit them. With that he was marching off, but he kept his attention trained on her, hoping she would follow. You know things mwen do not, youn dous.