Sequoia Coast i'm not like them, but i can pretend.

building a flower castle = out. murdering some innocent creature = in. and that was what he intended to do. dalia was a pretty name, fitting the little looker who had agreed to hunt with the brothers. "dalia, the glamorous. lilia, the stunning, and morrigan the fierce." he tipped dalia a sly wink, tongue lolling. "lilia and morrigan are our sisters. they're okay, i guess. clearly not as amazing as we are."
the huffing grunt of a bull fur seal farther along the coastline caught velen's interest, and he focused his trajectory toward that area of the beach. along a sandbar a small swim away, the wounded mammal bellowed defiantly at the trio of wolves gathered at the edge of the brisk waters.
"he's bleeding pretty bad. maybe a shark?" the boy mused, turning a somber gaze to rannveig, and a warmer glance to dalia. "big dude. but i guess we could try and take him." life was not worth living if the risk of death did not hang over eveyr opportunity for adventure.