Sea Lion Shores some farcical aquatic ceremony

She watched his masculine face and golden eyes as she spoke to him. Again, so many emotions warred across his features. He must not remember how he came to be tangled on these shores. Her green eyes swept over him for the first time since freeing him from the seaweed. He looked healthy and strong apart from being wet, sandy and salty. He looked to be a wolf in his prime.

She stayed silent as he tried to stand, offering her shoulder in support. She murmered encouragement and praise as he finally made it to his feet. She stood next to him, shoulder to shoulder and flank to flank, should he need her support.

Words gushed from his mouth, as he voiced his confusion and sorrow. Rhona's brow furrowed and her heart ached so much for him. She felt him tremble and frowned as his back legs collapsed onto the sand. He looked so dejected as he hung his head, she had to do something!

The young female licked to top of his muzzle to his forehead again. "I'm so very sorry..." She whispered. "I wish I had answers for you, but I don't." The one thing she did know, is that as much as she was loathe to leave him alone, she would have to find a way to bring him some water...or at least food. Yes, food would be her next order of business.