Sea Lion Shores cake by the ocean

The pirate was scouting for a hunt. He had managed to gather enough wolves together that it was time they brought down a real treat of a meal, and he knew that winter had held a tight grasp on all of them. Sea lions were fatty and tough, but they provided enough to eat for several, and he could not have imagined a better feast for the crew. Still, they did not always roam the shores, and it had been a short while since the pale-coated young corsair had seen any in their typical hangout. Nevertheless, the hound had traveled there frequently in search. He knew it would not be long before there would be a small slew of them on the beach. As he had come up over the small sloping hills of the inland territory, Smokestep perched and watched with a disappointed gleam in his gaze.

It took a short while before the pirate had moved from his stance and had floated down toward the beach. Perhaps he had expected more, and the sea lions were not common to that area at all. He imagined that there was a chance that his meeting with Awinita and Wirt had been by complete accident. The thought frustrated him mildly, but he knew that he could return the next day for another chance. Lifting his gaze upward, the young pirate caught sight of an unfamiliar figure moving depressingly down the beach. Kingfisher watched the youth for a minute or two before enough distance allowed for him to bark a greeting.

“Ahoy there, lad!”