Sea Lion Shores and she won't wake for no shouting

what sea lions might be here are well and truly hidden, not like the seals on the bay’s shore. the water reaches underneath the rocks; with his injured shoulder, it is harder to justify slipping in after them. he dips his head, muzzle brushing along the jut of stone.

a flicker of movement out of the corner of his eye.

the young shark turns.

the shape coming up through the sleeting rain tugs at some primal part of his brain before he can make out much of it. stonefaced, a cloudbank rolling in from the mountains. through the gloom, a pair of seaglass eyes –

– teeth snapping along the sunbrushed stony grey of a throat. the shocked gleam of gold as the ground crumbles, and a body falls away –

yunxu freezes, as if the leviathan will turn and leave if he sees nothing to chase. as if he’ll fade into the background if he’s still enough. the rolling waves come up to lap at his paws, threatening to pull him in.

the sea is furious today, as tossed by the wind and weather as it has been since he pulled himself from the water. his shoulder aches with the echo of owlglass’ teeth, and seawolf or not he knows full well the ocean will be happy to drag him under to join the last two it claimed.

he still prefers his chances with it than with the figure coming up the shore.