Sea Lion Shores Lumps of Fat

Osprey didn't think that the name "Scarlett" was in any way less beautiful than hers. It had an unusual sound to it and fitted it's bearer. Whatever the young wolf thought of herself, she was rather good-looking with an additional bonus - one of the kind. While you could find many gray wolves like Osprey, she believed that someone like Scarlett was an original.

"Those?" Osprey repeated after the girl, lifting her head and looking in the direction she had pointed out. She had somehow missed the creatures and now spent a minute or two staring at them in awe, her mouth slightly agape. She tried to fit the right name to, what she was seeing, but nothing came to her mind. "I have no idea," she shrugged.

"They can remain "LOFS" though - lumps of fat, as you called them," she offered.