Sea Lion Shores you're a drifter, shape shifter

It seemed dubious a wolf of the Bay knew not of the sea's fare -- Caiaphas paused, examining the goliath before him. An imposing piece of flesh, larger than her own kin -- with fur the color of eggshell. He smelled distinctly of the Bay's fold, and faint was the trace of the Bay's insufferable jarl.

With a hunter's prowess only a wolf of the coast could attain, Caiaphas started to trot. His first question was ignored -- a frustrating habit Caiaphas had no intention of quitting. His second question was answered by way of her motive -- and it was clear as she stalked towards the sea-dog that her only intent was to hunt. "They are fast once in water, and dangerous." She hissed, her head low. "You come along the swashline and drive them inland -- else you lose any hope of catching them." She changed course then, directing herself to the water slowly.

The unfortunate seal was not yet wary of their progress -- though it would not be long before it was alerted by the honking babble of its kin.