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

Sorry for the wait!

Ixchel stood tall and raptured by the scene beyond her. She took deep breaths, and let the aromatic hormones of sea lion musk run her blood hot against the sleeting rain. The islander had never cared much for Kirynnae's philosophy on the pennipeds, but she'd respected the traditions, and over time had come to adhere to the them automatically. She didn't know if she would ever think of sea lions as the oceanic ancestor to their species, but it seemed wrong to hunt them regardless. Not without the Hunter's Moon...

She was recalling her first and only blood moon when she noticed the approach, harkening to the male's call for her attention. Ixchel hardly got a good look at him before a careening dark mass grew alongside him and threatened to collapse what she saw. A captivating, rain-washed figure of white and gold. She turned fully to descend from her perch, her tail up and flagging like a Jolly Roger; riled both by the scent of foreign sex on the air, and her newfound spirit to rise and start a family of her own.

As they stood apart and she approached, her ears and nose went forward eagerly to take them in— coming recklessly close to assess both their situations and eager to know their temperaments— presenting herself as confident and non-aggressive (invasive  attitude aside).