Sea Lion Shores shoot for the stars

She had broken from camp and struck down the shore, her mind preoccupied by woeful little things. The errant creature picked and prodded down the shoreline without purpose, musing to herself her newfound comrades.

She slowed to a halt as she saw down the coast a wolf that strode with the most intent of purpose -- noting how elegant she seemed as she marched along the seaspray. Caiaphas resumed motion, adopting a poorly organized lope in the wolf's direction. A cackle rippled from her muzzle as the wolf fended off a gull and its' 'wares' -- and she slowed down to a walk as she came within reasonable distance.

She said nothing, though a mirthful smirk pressed hotly against her features.