Sea Lion Shores Por you, for you

They are seals. Or sea lions. I cannot remember the difference between the two. He had heard both terms defining the moving piles of blubber that he sometimes saw on the coasts. He had not stared at the creatures long enough to define what was what, or even if the terms referred to the same species or two very similar ones. It did not matter much to him in the long run — they conjured to mind a vague, amorphous, marine shape, and that was all. He did not even have a word for it in the strigoi tongue.

Home. He did not know if there had ever been such a thing for him. For all intents and purposes he would have been accepted in his birth pack — he was no more depraved than they were. But he had always been outcasted — his fur ivory instead of ebony, a mark of his mother — far before he had come into his true calling and was summarily ousted. Hm, he grunted, the noise more guttural than what he usually uttered. 

She began to ramble. Clearly she had wanted an outlet to pour out into, whether she had been actively searching for it before he made it into her crosshairs, or she was simply holding in such thoughts and longings. Athan watched her as she spoke of a place he could scarcely imagine, and would probably never see. You seem a sad individual, He moved in close to her, crowding her in an instant, wondering how she would respond.