Sea Lion Shores Where to go when everything hurts

The marred female made it her job to familiarize herself with the sea. Though she lived nearby an ocean, she did not frequent it often, mainly because of the pack that resided there. The Frenchwoman wondered if that pack had disbanded. She remembered them being quite unorganized and aggressive. It wouldn't surprise her if someone took over, they disappated or they were destroyed during the wars that went on constantly. The black she-wolf shook her head to rid herself of those thoughts. Her pregnancy made her prone to thinking back to the past she was taken away from a long time ago. Erika no longer mourned it, she simply let herself be taken back to those old times.

She hadn't even realized how far she was walking until she pulled herself out of her nostaliga. The barking of the strange creatures called sea lions filled her ears just as much as the seagulls who flew around the Isle. The ocean was never quiet it seemed.

She took the time to stare at one of the large, noisy creatures, who returned the stare with intelligent eyes and barked at her, rearing up on its hind flippers and clapping its front ones together. The Frenchwoman laughed at the spectacle. Ces créatures amusantes, she thought as she wandered towards the waters, passing large rocks on the way. Some of these rocks had sea lions perched on them, basking in the sun. Erika neared one of them, wondering if she could climb onto it like them when she smelled a strong, pungent odor. Un loup dans la chaleur?

A splash caught her attention and she walked towards the sound, wondering if it was the wolf in question. Sure enough it was, a female bringing her head out of the water and shaking herself. Erika barked softly, nearing the female. "Bonjour, mademoiselle." she said softly.