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

there was a question so many asked; and all that came in answer was a knowing glint in astara’s eyes. 

she placed her paw back on the earth as if serenely; her gaze following bat’s fish imitation to the water. such communication was implicit — astara rose to her thin legs and made a bid for the banks, looking behind her once to ascertain whether bat followed.