Sea Lion Shores manflesh

in the cold afternoon, the stormrift creature searched for @Rannveig, picking up the trail of his brother's scent where it led toward the shores inhabited by the lowing sea-cattle. the wolf kept his distance from them, however; he was alone and not keen on being wounded.
taking up a position not far from the nearest herd, the boy lifted his muzzle to the air and began to count the beasts, more out of boredom than anything. still, perhaps having a number of the ill-tempered, dangerous brutes might serve someone, perhaps ford. and so velen focused, keeping himself distant and wary.