Sea Lion Shores you're a drifter, shape shifter

Inadvertently, her shake had caused the male to draw up to his true height -- and Caiaphas was curtly reminded of their disparity in sizes. This was no rare encounter -- she, a feral shrimp in every aspect, oft felt the diminutive clause of a monolith world.

His lie was inspected indifferently, in the manner a child would survey a bland and ill-favored toy. Her countenance remained cheerless despite the compliment bestowed. Much like the sea -- joyless and grim. The adulation Aesop had imparted remained ignored. "Lions." She repeated, as if he had not heard her the first time. "Watery dogs with sleek hide and fat meat." A shock of pink tongue darted from her jaw hungrily, lancing her teeth as her appetite rose.