Heron Lake Plateau They wanna lay me to rest, but I won't go

Rosalyn had lived near the coast all her life, but she wasn't exactly a biologist, or even particularly interested in the ways of the creatures aside from eating them.  So Niamh's idea sounded perfectly doable... if a wolf could live away from the sea, and drank fresh water, couldn't a crab?  In fact, maybe it'd be happier with easier access to good old refreshment.

Sea lion, though, was where she grinned skeptically.  "You do a feat like that, and get one o' those lard buckets this far, I'd call you Captain for life," she said with a small laugh.  It painted a funny picture, imagining Niamh walking and dangling a fish, the awkward seal waddling along after.  "You ever seen one of them move? It'd take seasons I bet."  Not a bad idea if it could be done! She envied them a bit though... they may look awkward as hell on land, but in the water, they were the epitome of sleek grace.