Sea Lion Shores Por you, for you

The wind was strong around here. It was the one caveat about the sea — there were no natural barriers protecting you. One often had to create one, or pray that some Sound or Bay was formed naturall by the weathering of the ocean. He had no such luck.

He made an initial effort to get up and leave, but as soon as his body turned to lope away he saw a pale form in the distance heading his way. He was right. There were wolves here. 

The sea lions all but ignored their presence — perhaps being so large made you feel invincible, it seemed. He would have to stalk them for a long time until he would find one suitably weak enough to even try attacking. But he was still curious as to what they tasted like, reassessing his previous aversions just to try it.

He gave little attention to the woman's presence until she came right up to him. She bowed and gave her name. She did not seem to be defensive or protective as she settled back. He looked her over, appraising every inch of her. She looked almost like him — instead of a stripe she had a saddle of black over her pale fur, and instead of dark lavender her eyes were sapphire — but she looked strong as well. And he did not know how close her pack was, or if anyone was around. Things were not always as easy as the pale woman in the swamps, he knew. He dipped his head and gave his name. Athan.