Sea Lion Shores i want a hot dog real bad

Mallaidh doesn’t know a single thing about sea lions other than what she’s picked up in the mast few months. They’re big, loud, and she can only assume she doesn’t want to be caught by one. Perhaps with other wolves, and luring one away, they could take one but she can’t figure out exactly how they’d go about it. She is a decent hunter but she is a warrior first and she doesn’t claim to m me all the ends and outs of large prey. Or if they are even prey to begin with.

Her attention snaps to the left when a staggering wolf moves in her peripheral. Quickly, she stands to all fours to prepare any defense but she quickly realizes it is Artaax. She has not seen him since that day on the cliffs long ago, watching him disappear out of the territory. Since then, she’s assumes he’s been avoiding her. The last time they’d really spent time together had been... well, something she doesn’t really want to think about.

From a distance, she watches, wondering if he’s noticed her, but she doesn’t get much of an answer before he collapses on the ground. Mallaidh doesn’t even think, jerking into motion and rushing to his side.

”Artaax?” she calls, moving over cold sand as quickly as she can. She can see the slow ride and fall of his chest but he looks tired and hungry and god, they’re so far from Drageda that a simple call isn’t enough. ”Artaax?” she tries again, louder, carefully approaching his side, and as much as she wants to touch and nudge him and see what she can get, she holds back, slowly lowering to the ground so she is not seen as a threat.