Sea Lion Shores riptide

The wolfess before her offered a sentence in support of her muse, which allowed Crëyr to give a brief nod. The Welsh she-wolf was distracted, though, as her blue eyes were flickering from the rumbling ocean to the darkening sky.

”How ironic," She murmured as the first few drops of rain splattered onto her silver-grey hide. ”Just as we start talking about the ocean..." The crash of water against sand echoed in her ears, jolting her out of her slight trance. She turned her head, picked up the hare, scanned the shore for any possible ridges, or perhaps, rock-formed caves to call a temporary shelter.

She picked up the hare as her eyes went to rest back onto the black wolfess. ”I think we should go."