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

the little cardinal was almost ashamed of how enthralled she was by the way the light reflected from the sea played along the sea savage's features — had she known he felt equally toward her, mona would have flushed beneath her crimson fur and turned away from him then. but she did not, and therefore clung to the soothing cadence of his words like a sodden and drowning thing.
"perhaps," the scout whispered, and the sea rolled across the sands, lapping a gentle roar into her ears. they flicked, cupping forward; in the recesses of her, mona knew what the boy intended in his throated words. or perhaps she would only assume. nathaniel — it had been but a time or two. she did not truly know what men wanted, only the way that this one looked at her now.
the girl swallowed, the slim column of her throat tangible under the velveteen scarlet of her pelt. a smile attempted to touch her lips, but ghosted away; a great loneliness befell mona and she reached almost blindly for this perfect stranger, seeking the softest of brushes against the salted tangle of his ruff. in a moment, she would be horrified at her breach of propriety, but not so now, not so, not so.