Sea Lion Shores A crack in the silver moon

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Different rays of light shone down through the dark cedar forest, illuminating patches of ground like spotlights. Tethys had stayed out of them, opting to lounge under the opulent shade of a tree.

The remains of a fish lay several paces away as the raveness rolled onto her side, neck stretched out across the rich grass, her paws occasionally kneading the earth as she squirmed for a comfortable position. Relaxing would only come when she truly felt at home, and for now, Teekon was a resort. She could pick to unpack her luggage and live here, or keep traveling to some other fantastic locale. Teekon did have it's perks, though. The ocean coast that she could readily watch through the tree trunks was quite alluring with it's clear blue waves and sandy white beaches. And there were plenty of heavily wooded areas that reminded her of her northern island and coastal rain forest home.

She was about to close her sharp skyline eyes when something suddenly dispatched itself from the lulling waves. At once she was on her paws, striding out of the forest and onto the beach with a quick, light gait. Was it a carcass? A seal, marooned at sea? Her jaws were open in anticipation, but then the aroma hit her. Under the smell of wet dog and kelp lay a silverfish white wolf, who had seemingly crawled out of the ocean and collapsed onto the pristine sand. Tethys halted, her ears quivering with excitement. What a find. Once more, she walked, stopping at his prone side, nosing it roughly. The brute was breathing, barely, but had fainted from exhaustion.