Sea Lion Shores please don't tell

As she circled him and prowled, he shadowed her movements. Carefully keeping pace with her to remain face to face so she could not get him in his blindspot. His feet were methodical, purposeful and light on the ground ready for quick defensive movements. And how are you so certain about my position in joining packs? Sure he had been extremely picky, not letting himself get scooped up by just about anyone. It didn't mean he was opposed to the idea, despite how it looked.

You are more than free to eat the carcass if you wish. Tossing a glance to the thing to try and bring some attention to it. It stank, even now. Barely edible and his stomach churned, ungrateful with the flesh he was forced to swallow down. But I'm certain a pack wolf would prefer a nice fresh kill. If anything I am doing you a favour by cleaning the refuse off your beach. She was still somewhat in the mood to talk, which was good. He was good at talking, to a certain extent. Sometimes his love of getting under one's skin was just too strong to ignore.

If anything you should be thankful.