Sea Lion Shores what vexes all men? a woman

Axolotl’s glacial gaze held steady as Maera’s hazel gaze met his. There is a charge to the moment absent of challenge but electrified with something else and not anything Axolotl can readily place. She gestures for him to take the lead, giving voice to her support. He takes it effortlessly, turning from her to begin the journey a little further inland in search of something that does not bear the mark of the sea upon it. Eventually, after the pair wonder for a bit Axolotl’s steps cease and his head bows to the ground to drink in the musky, woodsy aroma of a small elk herd. His ears pivot atop his skull and his head rises to look at his lovely companion. “An elk herd,” Though likely she can smell this for herself. “We have some time before the tide lowers and the sandbar becomes accessible once more.” It would be wise, after all, to know something of it’s roaming pattern so they could find it with relative ease once more should he be able to do as he seeks. He bears intent to follow the herd at a safe distance but for enough time to gain some familiarity with how and where they move.