Sea Lion Shores close our eyes to the octopus ride

he was interrupted in his search by a new scent on the wind, followed by a greeting. cam turned to see a gray woman standing nearby, and his shoulders hunched slightly, nervously, even though she looked friendly enough. hullo, he responded, and padded toward her at a wary, ambling pace.

the boy nodded toward the bones, nostrils flaring as he took in the smell of them again. what's this? cam queried, ears cupping forward in intrigue. she was older—she must know, right?

even if she didn't, she could say anything at all about the artifact and he'd take it as truth. what else was a youth supposed to do?