Sea Lion Shores just don’t know if i can roll into the sea again,

astara's tail matched the pace of bat's, whisking to and from her thin hips in gentle sweeps. she did not stiffen as bat came closer, for the yearling possessed a geniality about her that did not put astara on edge. perhaps it was that they were the same age -- for astara did not usually let strangers so close.

she caught the stranger's gaze and held it a moment, recognizing the lack of hostility in it -- yet what tumbled forth from bat's muzzle was incoherent to the melonii, who in response simply tilted her head and offered a tentative wag of her tail. the compliment was lost upon her, but she could read well bat's body language -- which thus far carried little threat.