Sea Lion Shores different didn't feel so different

@Wraen 
The rains, for all their wrath and misery, finally, finally, seemed to be slowing. It was still far too dangerous to cross through the mountains. So she found herself here, circling towards the shores, hoping to find her way back to her Grove, her Ravens. Her sanctuary. 
She had been away far too long. With the floods and landslides all through the mountains, she worried her home would be damaged. It was a constant hum of worry, as though she didn't have a thousand other things buzzing things on her mind. 
As much as she served Spirit with pride, it was a tiresome path at times. 

Her eyes grew wide at the sight in front of her. Sea lions! She remembered quite well, the rich, fatty, oily flesh. It was well past the breeding season, and all that lingered on the rocky pools now were orphaned pups waiting to flee to the sea, and a few late whelping cows. 
The scent of a pack was strong here, and Macaria vaguely recognized the shewolf she had met in the woods, who she had offered to read her fortune.
For a moment she hesitated, she was unsure if these were pack lands, and the last thing she needed was an enemy. But she was hungry. So very hungry.