Sea Lion Shores bother me

Maybe the cold was making him crazy, Queenie thought. She ignored his breathy response as she drew in nearer, figuring that he didn't have enough air in his frozen lungs to make a proper greeting. Poor thing, she whispered to herself, albeit loud enough for him to hear, You must be frozen out here. Shoot, I know I am, and I've got more cushion than you. She prodded her nose in the direction of his fur before giving a gentle smile. Now that she was closer, Queenie could see that his fur wasn't that short at all. Rather, it was akin to a cloud. Still, too different to put her curiosity to rest.

Why're you so close to the water? It's freezing out here this time of year. Queenie gave the boy a look over and saw that his coat wasn't the only thing strange about him. He looked different in every way; ears a little too big, eyes a little too small. Hell, he was a little too small. I'm Queenie. What's your name, huh?