Sea Lion Shores some farcical aquatic ceremony

Rhona watched as Pendragon's thoughts seem to turn inward again. His golden eyes had that glassy, far away look as he gazed back out to sea. Rhona had left her loved ones voluntarily. She couldn't imagine having your life ripped from you without choice, not mention being transported (by the sea?) somehow to a totally foreign place. She sat there silently surveying the sea with him. She felt comfortable in the silence, not awkward or feeling like it need be broken with idle words.

The two sat like that for an uncharted amount of time. It felt like forever and yet only seconds at the same time. In the distance, she could hear the hoarse barking of those strange, fat creatures that usually inhabited these shores. For whatever reason, they weren't crowding this particular stretch of beach today and for that she was thankful. They unnerved her.

She nodded as he thanked her, a slight smile upon her maw, she didn't want to think about what would have happened had she not discovered him. It was quite possible that someone else would have found them. Rhona had scented other wolves in the area, but had yet to see them.

She stood when he stood, her tail waving slowly back and forth. Of course she would walk him. She couldn't leave him now even if she tried. She'd stay close to him, incase he needed her assistance. "I have scented other wolves in this area, but have yet to meet any. Oh and there's a river that way." She pointed east and north with her muzzle.