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Whatever these animals were, Venamis found them repulsive. A newcomer to the coast, they were entirely foreign to him. Not only were they hideously ugly, they stunk! The raven yearling skirted around the group of sea mammals that eyed him suspiciously, a curious glimmer in pale eyes beneath a furrowed brow. 

The huge group, collectively, didn't seem to care much for the lone wolf who hovered on the outskirts, but some were visibly unnerved. They shuffled closer to their companions whenever Fenemus dared to step too close, something which bolstered his confidence. 

As an elder female snorted her frustration at the young rogue and turned away, he charged. Fangs bared, he moved to grab at the creature's fatty hide in warning - but he didn't find much purchase as she barked in surprise at such assault and pushed herself among the other sea lions.

Eventually, after some time of harassing them simply because he could, the group moved off into the water. Venamis watched them swim off, triumphant to have won command of the beach, and flagged his dark plume as he snarled into the wind after them.

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Haoming didn't go off on her own very often, but today was a pretty good day for a walk. A patrol, really, scouring down the beaches and occasionally dipping into the cool water. Not that they belonged to her, or to her pack, but... well, you could never be too careful. Who knew what could be out there, ready at any time to come into her pack's territory and harm her family? 

So, she decided to make sure all was well near their stretch of the beach. 

And all was not.... well. At least, not from what she could tell. There was a black wolf, a stranger, harrassing a group of sea lions to the point of them running back into the water. Haoming furrowed her brow and padded over, head tilted to the side as she regarded the boy. Older than her, bigger - though that wasn't difficult, as Haoming was discovering she was not a big wolf at all (much to her chagrin.) He seemed proud of his accomplishment of... whatever he had been doing.

"They can hu-hurt you, if they catch y-you," she warned, fur fluffed up against the chilly breeze. She had stopped a few meters away from the yearling, cautious. It was better not to get too close to a stranger.