Sea Lion Shores i could see for miles, miles, miles

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It was positively thrilling for the boy to find this creature on the shore and to have it so openly bark at him; his fiery gaze was alight with joy as he bounded around the hapless ocean-dwelling animal. The more that he seemed to toss himself about in the sand, the further it seemed to agitate the lion of the water. Even the other sea lions seemed to grow weary of the bouncing Tervuren and tried to wallow away. Amoxtli could not contain another quiet huff of a bark, hoping to entice the creatures to return to the sands with him and continue their play.
 
Were it not for the soft noise that sounded the presence of his inky sibling, the boy may have continued on his pursuit of the beasts, blissfully unaware of her. Once he turned his muzzle and pointed it in her direction, his fiery gaze lit up with happiness and his mouth parted in a doggish smile that allowed his coral-colored tongue to loll. The calm blue of her gaze was a comfort to him, even in moments when it was not necessary to have her right beside him. Oxtli had never once found himself tired of her companionship, and the Corten boy did not believe that he could. Their lives were so closely interwoven with each other; he was not certain of who he was without his dark counterpart.
 
Not too far away from the two wolfdogs, there was a dark figure. Once the ink and ivory man had caught Amoxtli’s gaze, he flattened his ears to his crown and breathed a quiet breath towards his sister, who had also found the stranger in her sights. Stepping beside her so that his coat brushed faintly to her own, the boy peered questioningly toward his sister first, and then to the dark man who had not yet announced himself. For a fleeting moment, the Tervuren thought perhaps that he had lost his voice too. Drawing his ears forward once more, he held his gaze on the intimidating figure of the dark man and nudged his sister’s neck softly. Perhaps it was she who knew him from somewhere; but he was quick to strike that thought. Judging by the look on his dark sibling’s face, she did not know this man either.
 
Lifting his tail upwards, Amoxtli wagged his rear so swiftly that it caused him to spin in little half circles. He held his head lower to the ground. The land was not claimed, but the Corten was a cautious lad and preferred simply to show that he would favor submission over physical altercation. With an inquisitive look to the male, the boy canted his head to the left and flicked a single ear backwards as if to say who are you, dark stranger? Have you come to speak to the sea lions too?

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