Sea Lion Shores creation

he could only bring himself to move a step or two.

temptation, he named her in his mind. he watched as the sea breeze shifted her fur, not yet curled by the salt like his own. his gold eyes appreciated every little detail he could see from here. the thick near mane-like aspect of her fur around her delicate face. soft tufts upon her ears.

oh good heaven.

he was thinking far too much about her.

he moved now, but it was still at a distance. softly following the trail he had back to sweetharbor. only a few steps! wondering if she might...follow.

why did he hope?