Sea Lion Shores Within the swelter of the night

So she hadn't ventured far from the kind Yuèlóng.
But she wasn't about to embark on her mission yet.
Vanity sighed, wandering back up the coast for something to do other than territorial stuff in Ironclan.
And then she happened upon this stark, pale man of impressive stature.

Vanity couldn't help but get a closer look at this diabolical mess.
He was praying. She could see that much. But she could also see the rough, unkempt fur layered over a toned body.
His head lifted slightly as she neared. But not to look at her. At the lone seal pup, left by its Mother.
What a shame.

Vanity lifted her chin and approached with a swagger.
"You shouldn't hunt here Sir. The wolves of Yuèlóng will despise it."
​She was told as much. This was their hunting grounds and she knew they just popped up out of nowhere sometimes.
She smirked, waiting for a reaction.