Sea Lion Shores you're a drifter, shape shifter

ty for starting!! well goodness it's a good thing you didn't post it backwards.. my poor little head couldn't handle that LOL

The thing that sucked the most about muzzle injuries was that you couldn't suitably see or soak them. Caiaphas stood woefully in the ocean with the greywater flush about her skinny elbows. She looked wretched -- abject -- her expression one not even a seal pup drowning could rival.

She had tried a few times to immerse her muzzle, but sharply retracted each time. The cold of the water flooding her ears was a miserable sensation -- more miserable than the dull pain that wrought her face. With a pinched expression Caiaphas collapsed, sinking underwater like a harbour seal save for there was no grace in the action.

She emerged from the cold saltwater with a gasp and paddled wildly to shore, hastily ready to escape the frigid clutch of the sea. As she trantered (a sad mix of a trot and an ungainly canter) towards the swashline she saw wolf she did not recognize. Instantly she grew somewhat defensive, her expression somewhat squirrely. Not bothering for introductions, she stared at him quite plainly -- her expression glowering immensely as he drew closer.