Sea Lion Shores E, for empty

Another try! And it was in her grip! But it slipped, slapped her right across the face. She could cry, she failed so much, so frequently. A waste. A true waste. I'll get it, she muttered at the waters, but as her legs almost gave from beneath her, she sighed. I just need a bit of a break. That's it... And so she turned, and waddled out of the water, sore from the oceans beating. She nearly missed the inkblot in the horizon--nearly!

She had to pause when she did see it. For who could not stop and stare at something so heinous? It was a bear, but the strangest--oh, that was a wolf! Chosovi let out a nervous little laugh. There was no denying her nerves even still; for she looked upon a beast that could surely snuff her out in seconds, if it wished. If famine touched it, Chosovi couldn't tell. It just looked massive. She eyed the man and let out a nervous, I thought you were a bear, before slowly arriving to the shore, exhausted.