Sea Lion Shores like the day before

@Arturo

What was all that racket? 

Ah. Well, nevermind. Karma's ears piqued forward with a brief glint of amusement through his face. He'd always been scared of the bellowing of these fat lardblobs as a pup, nevermind the idea that they were so far outside of his barracks that their roars and bellows sounded almost haunting. Twitching the fur over his shoulders, he descended one of the slippery sand slopes with a huff, keeping one eye trained on the lackadaisy sea lions that lounged on the chilled beachside. What with it being so far out of their mating season - he hoped, at any rate - none of the bulls seemed to care that he was there, though a few met his eye with their dumb, brown gazes.

Tarrying forward until those same lions were little more than thumb-sized brown and black dots in the white sand, Karma let his tired muscles rest. They still ached from his journey here, and it would be a good week before he could set up a nice front of wandering around the territories with any confidence. For now, he had to wait, learn the place, learn the packs - he smelled so many wolves, and knowing that their culture was entirely different from his, that he had no army to match them with, was a little overwhelming. Sniffing sharply from the briny water that kissed his paws, the old seneschal let his limbs drape in the foamy laps of the waves, squinting in the early morning light. Still cold. Grumble grumble.