Sea Lion Shores because I could not stop for death

She hadn't been able to sleep, so like a wraith she had stolen from the pack lands. Dainty paws, small body, slip sliding through the night. Blending in with shadows and ghosts she moved and curled around the many different things.

Disturbance in the air. It was there she could feel it. A change of the tides. So with careful precise steps she followed the sound that had disturbed the usual sounds of the ocean and the shore.

Tiny paws, mincing steps she slowly inched forward until her gaze fell upon the bedraggled, mess of fur and teeth that hacked, and coughed. Spewed his sickness into the golden sands of the sea shore. She moved closer, eyes upon the sea lions that were further down.

Hello. She murmured. Unsure what else to say. He was young and probably scared and she was a stranger. Though, she quickly assessed what she could and what she might need to cure him, should she need too.