Sea Lion Shores the vessels that tremble with your salt and sweetness

He continues on through the storm, even as it slows him down. He’s found the ocean and he keeps it to his left, though sometimes he weaves far enough away that he loses it but only because the storm. It has become much bigger than he anticipating, lasting days on end, that even as the rain begins to slow to a stop, he knows it isn’t going to last long. The end of rain should bring relief and freshness but the heavy weight of the dark clouds above them let him know they aren’t going anywhere any time soon. 

Arlo shakes out his fur several times as the rain takes a break from his back. His white, now creamy, fur puffs out at ends and looks frayed and weighted down by water left over. No amount of shaking is going to dry him off any time soon so he puts his feet back into motion to enjoy what break he can receive. Thunder claps on the horizon and his ears fall back, followed by a maddening bellow he’s never heard before. 

The brute turns his head to see the curve of the dunes, topped by a wolf in the distance, and he quickly trots over and behind her. Arlo chuffs once as the wind blows, hoping to garner her attention as he comes up close to see what the sound had been.