Sea Lion Shores just don’t know if i can roll into the sea again,

soon astara's solitude was interrupted, but the dark melonii did not mind. carefully, she lifted her muzzle from the stream and watched the woman that approached. it was a grey-washed individual, svelte with youth and appearing of a similar age. this fact alone afforded her an amicability that astara did not generally give to strangers.

given this wolf was not ganondorf, astara had no reason to be on edge.

unfortunately for bat, astara lacked the same genial ability to talk; for all her silence, her body communicated a warm greeting all the same. her tail wagged amiably, but astara made no noise as she peered across the stream in bat's direction.