Sea Lion Shores Sister’s in the drive in movies, brother’s at the old high school.

The sharpness of the brine did Raleska no favors when it came to allowing her to detect another scent on the wind, but luckily the battered shore was wide and open, and Raleska possessed a keen pair of eyes. 

She watched the cobbish man as he prowled close. Her observation was that he was made more for windswept ranges than seatrawling — but he possessed exactly the sandbitten type of pelt that afforded him good camouflage here. 

Standing to attention, Raleska cast an ear towards the man as he shouted over the wind. Much of what he said was muffled by the fireweed in his jaws, but she got the gist. Yes — who are you?