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

astara watched bat expectantly, eyes alight with interest. behind her, the waif's tail wagged amiably. the fish, well out of astara's reach, had yet to notice bat as she positioned herself to pounce -- yet when she did, the greywashed girl came up from the roiling water with naught to show.

disappointment lingered across the blackbird's face, yet she did not show much emotion for long. bat had already recovered, and was now moving upstream -- something astara could not see caught in her gaze.

nimbly, the yearling leapt after the silverbacked female, coming to a stop as bat turned around with frog held triumphantly between her teeth. astara was uncertain if the she-wolf was offering her catch, so she stretched out in a bow before bat, eyes dancing with interest.