Sea Lion Shores some farcical aquatic ceremony

The spring showers had shown up in full force the past week and today had been no exception. Rhona didn't mind the rain, in fact she quite loved storms. She loved the smell of a storm: rainy, atmospheric, and clean. The young female epecially loved the tumultuousness of a storm by the sea.

After watching the weather die down a bit, she combed the storm-wracked beach for anything of interest. She liked the curious things the sea threw up after a particularly angry storm, especially driftwood. Upon finding an exceptional piece, she took it between her jaws and pranced up and down the sandy swath, throwing it in the air, then grabbing it again as it fell to earth.

Flinging it a bit too high and too far, the leggy wolf tore after it, sand flying at her heels. Nose in the air and green eyes watching it's trajectory, she wasn't aware of the large bundle of... stuff directly in her path. Her front legs buckled as she stumbled upon it, and she rolled nose over tail before coming to a stop, muzzle buried in the wet sand.

Laughing and shaking off the sand, Rhona cautiously approach the bundle of smelly seaweed. She thought she had smelled wolf, but that couldn't be right! Upon closer inspection, she saw legs and fur. Neck slung low from her shoulders, she inspected the wolf and saw the gentle rising and falling of his flank, indicative of breath. She poked his crusty paw with her nose. "Uh...are you okay?" It was kind of an inane question, but what else do you ask a waterlogged wolf wrapped in seaweed?