Sea Lion Shores what vexes all men? a woman

Maera recieved his thanks with a graceful bow of her head.
Truth be told, Maera rarely played the role of good samaritan, so the warmth that began to climb in her chest was oddly unfamiliar to the her. Life had told her to rely on no one but herself, so the flame didn't ask for favours.
Altruism was a trait lost on her, mostly because to help others they have to be present and with almost every figure on her life eventually disappearing, Maera had never really felt needed.
Still, there was something that had woken an unknown desire offer her help to the man.  

She listened silently as he unknowingly checked off some of the first items on her mental checklist. Her hazel eyes never strayed from his, just as her attention. She was completely and wholy here with him.
"im right behind you" she barked as he grew quiet once more, then with a gesture of her muzzle she motioned for him to take off. Then her nose glued to the ground in the same manner as when she had first arrived at the beach earlier in search of treasure, she began to search for any trace of the herds.