Sea Lion Shores Por you, for you

@Akira

The ocean had been a haven for him once.

He thought.

It was all so blurry.

Not in a tragic — I cannot remember my past, o woe is me! — sort of way. He simply did not care. His brain failed to connect personal, emotional memories to the places he had been, most of the wolves he had fed from. This was another coast, another place for him to hunt.

He knew that wolves tended to gather on the coasts of Teekon Wilds however. His previous hunch had proven true, for he smelled a pack faintly on the breeze. However, the scent was hard to pinpoint, given the mass of blubber that gathered on one part of the shore, barking loudly.

Athan hadn't tasted sea lion blood before. He tended away from aquatic beings, favoring the familar warm red of terrestrial mammals and birds (never lizards). He did not know if their blood ran just as true as their cousins who favored land above all. Like his aversion for reptiles, he tended away from aquatic beings — fish and crustaceans and whatever else lurking in the depths too alien for his tastes. But these beings did live on land.

He stared at them from a lengths away, puzzling in his mind whether or not it would be worth it to take one down. Prea mare... he murmured to himself.