Sea Lion Shores the rebirth

 

Hemlock was no fool to the times. She was grateful that she was considered malnourished; her underfed figure meant that she would not endure another heat this year. At least it would be beyond surprising and she had no desires to breed again. It was considered an epic failure and if not for her older children her younger would surely have perished. She let out a soft sound as she crossed the sandbar to touch down on the full earth again to start rummaging for herbs. She wasn't a fool and if she were Coelacanth she might have thoughts towards breeding and claiming the lands with her own young. Wasn't that what had been the fate of Teaghlaigh? Arturo had sired his own litters when the pack stood. 

But her litter had become Undersea's - and she trusted them to watch over Droman and Reed while she spent the day combing the shores. Already she had seaweed stretched out on the rocks to dry but she was hoping that she might find something different on the shores that could be useful. It was a guessing game as always if she'd actually find what she and the pack needed - but then, there was no true need yet anyways.