Sea Lion Shores wow, sarcasm! that’s original!

The girl hopped up, friendly and guileless. This attracted the dark girl at once, and she closed more of the distance between them, until she was close enough to see the drool on the other's chin. While this might have repelled some wolves, Sif couldn't help but sidle closer to try and lick it off her face, ears swivelling frantically in an attempt to portray friendliness and attentiveness at the same time. Ocean she knew, but Sif had no idea what an Island was, especially in the context of it being something a wolf could live upon. Fen used to say that no wolf was an island, and she supposed that made sense, if it was something that other beings could live on.

"No, live - " She realized she had no word to describe the little bowl where she lived with Xan, Wardruna, and her sister-wives. " -over there," she finished rather lamely, pointing in the general direction with a tip of her nose. She had decided that it would be too risky to Wardruna's mental health to keep going between the ocean and the valley on a routine basis. She was here to drop off Isengrim with Kingfisher and then be on her way back home. "Where live?" she pressed, quite taken with the young shewolf, and intent on seeing if she could be persuaded to accompany Sif on her adventures. "Do you family?"