Sea Lion Shores some farcical aquatic ceremony

After licking his face, she felt him lean into her and she buried her nose into his stiff shoulder fur, the wolf equivalent of a hug. Beneath the smell of the sea and salt was his scent. His distinctly male scent. She breathed it in, feeling a bit light headed, then opened her eyes wide (not realizing they were even closed). She felt slightly ashamed with herself. This poor guy was lost and confused and upset and here she was enjoying his maleness…

She tried not to notice his scent while she breathed. She was content to stay close to him, touching him, as long as he wanted to. Rhona smiled slightly as he seemed to rally. Though she was the one supposed to be making him feel better (she thought), his words did comfort her. If he thought that there was hope for himself, then it would be easier for him to work through his despair.

The young female frowned slightly as he moved away and silently agreed. He was warm and sharing warmth felt nice. It had been too long since Rhona had been this close to another and, as a social creature, she craved the contact. There was a pause as he looked out to the sea and Rhona shook herself as the raindrops clumped her pelt together.

Fluffy red ears cupped in his direction as he spoke. More than he had spoken before. She shook her head, definitely not from around here. “Yes, I’m new here as well…Pendragon.” She tested out his name. “My name is Rhona. I’d only arrived a couple days past and you’re the first wolf I’ve come across.” She then looked down at the sand, suddenly shy. “I’m glad to have found you.”