Sea Lion Shores the preacher in a t-shirt told me i could be a leader

A voice responds to her plea, and it is not one she recognizes.
When she turns around, she's met with a strange man; eggshell in pelt, and a giant, pinkish scar snarls across one half of his face. Her gut reaction was to say ew, but that would be ungodly of her, and so she doesn't. The fur of her nape bristles high and her tail puffs as she stiffly shuffles around to face him. No, she barks; because she wasn't. She knew, vaguely, where she was, and she could see her home in the distance — she just couldn't exactly get back there seeing as the bridge was now water.
She'd never been faced with something quite like this before. Usually, when she met strangers, they were intruding upon her land, not the other way around. So, she does what any startled and sheltered child would do: self-defense. my parents are alphas and if you try to hurt me, they'll get you.