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

The dark stranger did not respond outright — he merely held his silence, his eerily glowing eyes staring yet unfocused. It was likely the wolf’s sight was directed inward, rapt with quiet introspection, but Coelacanth felt a twist of unease in her breast nonetheless and begged her brother with a soft, fluting breath to come away with her. Her graceful muzzle nosed through the thick fur of Amoxtli’s fire-and-coal ruff as her seablue eyes darted with visible anxiousness toward the towering creature and then toward their salt-crusted den. The Tervuren needed little coaxing when it came to the whims of his little sister — no more coaxing than she required when faced with his — and as one they made a swift, fluid retreat on compact, catlike paws that barely stirred the sand they tread upon.