Sea Lion Shores please don't tell

| @Umbra
| mostly cloudy, 32F
| swiggity swooty umbra-baby

Another pack along the sandy shores, at least, that is what his nose told him. Somewhere along here were a few that he had smelled, soon enough the beaches would be full of packs, all gathered and he could only imagine that not all would be friendly with their neighbors. What an interesting thought. With sea lions barking in the background as wakes washed up onto the shores splashing frosted gems of water into the air, the air felt a lot colder here than it did inland - how could anyone call these places their permanent residence, he wondered, when in winter it would be nothing but bitter cold. 

Maybe he was simply sensitive, or was fond of a more lavish life... yes, that seemed better. A plush life. A life of comfort with a belly full of whatever he desired and all the beautiful women and men for his selfish-indulgences. Instead... he was stuck here, eating the scraps of some pack hunted sealion. The disgusting leftover blubber enough to keep him from getting too skinny this winter anytime soon, but still... what he wouldn't do for some venison, or a young woman's neck right about now.