Sea Lion Shores the sun is gone, but i have a light

she did not notice the man until he moved, and then her murkwater eyes swept over the dark gunmetal of his pelt, the way he reared up like some shoreline devil. he was quite large, mona noted with a swallow, but he had offered no threat, merely a movement of his plume in the sands. it was a gesture she mirrored, smiling toward the stranger even if he could not see it in the gloom.
presently, mona cleared her throat, inclining her muzzle toward the sand alongside her. she was a shy creature, but beneath the cover of night, she had found boldness. what was a trip all the way to the sea if she could not meet new and interesting wolves? if he joined her, she would enjoy that. but if he did not, mona would enjoy the beauty of nightfall upon the coast with her own silent pleasure.