Sea Lion Shores i know you made him to be

Her journey had ended in failure, and so she pitied her luck and cursed the gods, but inevitably returned to the coast. It was the wine dark of the waves that served to comfort her. The enormity of the sea, the feel of salt wind whipping her cheeks; it felt like home, though she had lost track of any such place.

Nukilik picked her way across the beach. She knew the look of tide pools and estimated it was a good moment to seek their bounty, so towards the pock-marked stones she drifted; she did not get close enough before a bellowing further afield startled her enough for a lift of her head.

As she surveyed the distant figures - corpulent as the giant seals appeared even this far apart - she noticed an ambling figure even closer - a wolf. He had the heft of a warrior, a masculine build, and appears distracted. Perhaps she can slip by --