Sea Lion Shores Cause = Time

Majesty was patrolling the shores of the ocean that day. The sand was hot beneath his paws, and the constant "barking" of the sea lions that the coast was known for was beginning to wear down even his patience. Plus, there was nothing here. Not today. Today the border was quiet - so to speak.

He sighed, deciding to take a break. He lay down in the sand, reveling in its warmth. He ignored the calls of the blubbery creatures nearby and instead focused on the incessant dull roaring of the waves. He closed his eyes and curled up, perfectly willing to take a nap right then and there. The sound of the ocean was his own personal lullaby. The sun was warm, which was making him sleepy. And there was no one around... It was perfect.

And then a bone-chilling howl ripped the sleep from his limbs and he sat bolt upright. That howl... It had been full of all the emotions that Majesty wished upon no one. Anguish, sorrow, pain... It made him shiver. And it was close-by. Suddenly, he was afraid. Was someone in trouble? No. Not while he was around. He shook the last remnants of sleep from his body and stood. Not wasting another moment, he began a sprint towards the direction of the howl.

In the distance, there lay a black wolf. Whether male or female, he did not know yet. But he would soon find out. "Hello?" he called. "Are you all right? Are you hurt?"