Sea Lion Shores millennium

Her reaction was, although somewhat off-putting, an expected display in light of his obnoxious greeting. He pulled back on his speed and instead settled for a slow, high-stepped trot that looked more like an equine's fancy march than anything...the forward thrust of his ears illuminating the keen interest his expression held toward her.

"Floofy!" he called again. It was obvious that he was largely unaffected by the hostility (and dread no doubt) in her body language...though he didn't go so far as to invade her personal space. He halted within a few yards of her, plume wagging excitedly behind him, and he stamped the sand beneath him with his forepaws. "Have you been well?" he asked with a voice loud enough to carry adequately over both their distance and the low roar of the ocean.

set by Emy