Sea Lion Shores This bridge was written to make you feel smitten

Sea lions were big beasts, fat and from what Wraen could gather by simply watching them, lazy and not very fast. One such could easily feed two grown up wolves for two three days, fill their bellies up to the brim and give a very much needed respite from the constant search for food. They also did not seem particularly bothered by the curious predator, because she had managed to come so close now that she stood inches away from the nearest set of flippers or tails, or whatever these appendages were called.

She sniffed and moved around the flock, and right when a youth, clad in russet pelt called out to her and she turned to see, who it was, she had also come face-to-face with one of the sea lions. It was not so laid back as it's comrades, because it roared at Wraen, who had not expected this, therefore jumped and took several awkward strides away from the animal. It roared again, gave the dumbfounded wolf a look full of contempt and then returned to the nap she had so rudely interrupted. "Grumpy, eh?" Wraen sounded relieved, as she looked over at the young wolf again. "Do you deal with them often?"