Sea Lion Shores I look forward to hearing about the next person you murder.

Haoming didn't go off on her own very often, but today was a pretty good day for a walk. A patrol, really, scouring down the beaches and occasionally dipping into the cool water. Not that they belonged to her, or to her pack, but... well, you could never be too careful. Who knew what could be out there, ready at any time to come into her pack's territory and harm her family? 

So, she decided to make sure all was well near their stretch of the beach. 

And all was not.... well. At least, not from what she could tell. There was a black wolf, a stranger, harrassing a group of sea lions to the point of them running back into the water. Haoming furrowed her brow and padded over, head tilted to the side as she regarded the boy. Older than her, bigger - though that wasn't difficult, as Haoming was discovering she was not a big wolf at all (much to her chagrin.) He seemed proud of his accomplishment of... whatever he had been doing.

"They can hu-hurt you, if they catch y-you," she warned, fur fluffed up against the chilly breeze. She had stopped a few meters away from the yearling, cautious. It was better not to get too close to a stranger.