Sea Lion Shores and wolf's teeth

the siren coast warden begins his patrol, steps slow and calculated as he moves thru the sand. there was no better time to prove his dedication to his siren bride and the pack then to see to it that he was vigilant during the absence of majority of their warriors. still, atausiq is trying to get his bearings of living upon an isle of the sea. the sound of the ocean never ceases and at times it drums inside his head; unaccustomed as he is. slowly, he is able to discern sounds that are not of natural sand shifts and the splash of waves upon the shore, or against rocks or sea lions that often stand in the reach of each wave.

still learning as he is, it is the chuff that draws atausiq's gaze of imperial jade. a stranger stands there upon the shoreline; something familiar about him. hail stranger, atausiq calls above the gentle roar of the waves, ankles wet as he sloshes through the cold saltwater that recedes as quickly as it rose to meet him.