Sea Lion Shores of the ebb and flow

Occasionally something on the ground would catch her eye and warrant a pause--a stone to turn, a piece of plant-matter, a shell, and whatever else. There was also trace of all manner of other traffic, some new, others old. Not all of it predator, of course. Some of it, she simply couldn't identify and it all fell beneath the general sense of seaside prowling.. exactly as she wanted, if only for a moment.

In the distance, her ears turned up the rising sound of gulls as they took wing again. Further away than that was sea lion ruckus and then, after a good little while of prowling along on her own, she noticed a sandy-colored shape heading her way. She kept true to her own route, aiming to meet--for she may as well. This was the first canine face she had seen in a time.

Opalia noted first how well she was painted much like the scenery, and second, a lingering thought as she got a longer look at her details--her markings, then how young she was. Not much different from Hydra and Dirge's brood. The Drakru felt herself tense with a thought but refused to hang herself on it now. Hei, aulana.. she said smoothly once there were only few lengths left between them. Though she spoke her familiar tongue, it was still clear it was a greeting--hopefully. Her tail swayed softly. The unfamiliar girl smelled of the sea, entirely. A lot like she had at her age. You must live near here, right? she went on to say as her paws stopped, her stance in a quiet strength, but inoffensive--no threat to this beach or its dwellers.