Sea Lion Shores Lumps of Fat

"I am Osprey - it is nice to meet you, Scarlett," Osprey said with a light smile and polite dip of her muzzle.

It took a while for Osprey to realize that there was something off in the way the young wolf, who was standing in front of her, looked. She hadn't been able to pinpoint that in the beginning, but now a quick second look at the girl's eyes explained it all. They were red - depending on the angle of light. Not wanting to appear rude by staring too long, she cast her gaze away to look at the waves and understand, what Scarlett had meant by those "lumps of fat".

She went over and the closest thing that matched the description was the sea-foam. "Do you mean this?" she beckoned with her muzzle. "It doesn't seem like fat," she mused out loud, while touching the white stuff with the tip of her nose and sneezing right after.