Sea Lion Shores tears are falling into the air

She smiles, nods to each of them. Though neither of them was under a year, somehow she felt as if she were their teacher, they her students. Good preparation for motherhood, perhaps... And though both had some piece of the picture, she knew there was more to tell. 

Yes, we mark border, and also the neighbor, um... there are new neighbor at the Bay. She points her muzzle in the direction of the place, before turning back to them. They nice people. Just two of them, want to make pack there. But by mark we let them know that this land is ours for hunt. Sea lion often come here, so land very valuable for when we raise children, need feed a lot. Her eyes met each of them, figuring they would understand- and if not, she was open to questions. It was one of the things she was good at; understanding nature, making use of the land, valuing their environment.

If there were not any questions, she would begin to pace silently, finding a place to mark and moving on. It was not long, though, before the scents of several touched her nose. Some familiar. Erzulie, Rosalyn. Some not. A younger girl, an older man. Her eyes narrow slightly to herself, before she turns to her companions. Any of you know, if you see some one come by here recent?