Sea Lion Shores Simple pleasures

ach, feck you, she said with an emphatic snarl at one of the beasts. kestrel had never seen the ocean before, being a young creature born and raised within the depths and security of a forest. she didn't know what these fat creatures were but had quickly found them to be quite lazy. she had drawn too near a cluster as she explored the beach, and one had reacted by yelling quite disapprovingly in her face.

her snarl, it seemed, had been interpreted as a threat— and that was when kestrel learned these blobby looking creatures could run despite their flippers. ye've got to be kiddin, she muttered under her breath, springing into a run as the blob and its friends gave chase at a limping— but impressively fast, considering— gait. pausing after a moment to look over her shoulder and ensure the gap was growing, kestrel nearly bowled over the male digging at the beach with his ass in the air.