Sea Lion Shores i can not boast

Raptor stretched himself out on the stone like a sphinx to wait.

Then there she was.

For a long time he just grinned toothily at her in silence save for the sound of the ocean around them, and the swish of his tail against the rock. He crossed his forelegs, whistled casually, and then broke the silence only when he thought he had let her stew in her folly long enough and only when he had basked to his satisfaction. Then he rose to his paws and winked smugly at her.

"Nah. It just requires a bit of know how and skill. Come, lass, and watch the master. Hah!"

Raptor brushed past her and reclaimed the urchin before he strolled away, in that loose-limbed swagger that was his. He assumed she would follow and did not look to see if she had. Instead, his eyes combed the rocks looking for something specific. Fortunately he did not have to look too far to find it. He stopped at a wide flat boulder and inspected a number of pale, brittle crab shells and broken urchins.

Overhead, a few gulls circled.

"See these?" He glanced behind him then, expecting Sandpiper to be there, eager to be taught (ha).