Sea Lion Shores calling the inquisition

She marches on with featherlight touches, heels not digging into the sand, merely grazing overtop with each step. The idea to adventure forth is wise for more marks than her pull towards nature, for there are certainly others that lurk around. The Wilds cannot be empty save the two of them, and crawling throughout during their journey here there’d been hints of packs and wolves.
More excuses, too, to act freely with her Champion who teases her so. A huff escapes Valyri while Nefris darts ahead. Swift on her feet even in the sands that seek to consume any whole. She picks up her pace, dancing forth akin to a springly doe, except with the confidence of a lioness on the hunt.
Yet curious enough, what they seek finds them first. The stage is shut down. The curtain falls, and with it, Valyri becomes the High Priestess. Nefris postures, on-guard and certainly unamused by the attitude thrown her way. The High Priestess strides forth, slowing until she stands a step before her Champion—giving such a subtle gesture towards her.
Pardon us, lord of this beach, she gives a slight bow of her muzzle, though keeps her head held high. Half-lidded purple gaze observes the youngling. We mean’t any harm, mere merchants on the look out for others to trade with. You would not happen to be interested, would you?
Else we will be on our way, and off of your beach.