Sea Lion Shores you're a drifter, shape shifter

Ideally, their encounter would pass civilly, if not in a more friendly manner. She had already captured his intrigue with her knowledge of the lions- the beasts he had passed before, he presumed. What more could she tell him?

And he wasn't keen on making enemies so soon after relocating, either. It was bound to happen, this he knew, but he had hoped it would be when he was more established. Aesop hoped he would still get that luxury. She hadn't seemed swayed by compliments, or at least not the ones he was offering. This was no great loss to him, and his need to impress did not run so deep that he would press the matter.

"Lions," he repeated wryly, now smiling slightly, "are they dangerous? Are they prey? Tell me more, miss... I do believe I never got your name. A damn shame."