Sea Lion Shores Tell me I'm the only one

The south shores beckoned him in a way that he did not argue this morning, drawing the gold and cream man in with little effort. The world was alive with scents colors, the gentle patter of rain making everything bright and intense, the way the nordic man loved things most. A calm day was pleasant and enjoyable, but a day that made his heart race, his pupils dialate, was a day that he could not get enough of. The sharp smell of salt, the wail of gulls overhead, he wanted more of it all.

A wolf on the horizon, ambling along the shore, their scent yet drowned by the ocean and wind alike. A low boof left the man, his trot carrying him across the sand at a mild enough pace. Intentions unknown even to him, the pallid wolf approached the other, liver colored eyes watchful and bright.