Sea Lion Shores you're a drifter, shape shifter

Much to his frustration, Aesop's first question (and the more pressing one, because he had a love of strange languages and the cultures that went with them) was left unanswered. Instead, the woman instead began to move along the upper reaches of the waves and foam. "Hey, where're you-" Aesop began, before just following suit. He didn't move with as much grace as she, the sand still foreign to him, but he followed just behind her, ready to watch and learn.

Aesop adopted a similar stance, stalking in her wake, nodding at her words. So they were dangerous, he learned, but only in the water. Well, he liked to think he was dangerous as well, but only on the land. Maybe they weren't so different after all.

Her strategy seemed sound, and with keen eye and not-so-sure foot, he turned with her.