Sea Lion Shores i can not boast

in a slow lope the tawny firebrand cut through the wet shore, her shoulders low and muzzle hunkered down as she zeroed in on a bevy of milling gulls. as of yet they were unaware of her imminent presence, and they fluttered their sharp wings and called loudly into the skies.

like a wind-devil she was upon them, a flash of fur and fierce fangs. with screams, feathers and many indignant cries the swarm expanded, parted and rose into the air like a smokeborn cloud reamed by the wind. in seconds the entire flock was dissipated, and sandpiper was a lone figure on the beach once more with nothing in her jaws save the bitter taste of failure.