Sea Lion Shores Within the swelter of the night

She nodded curtly in agreement.
It was a good pick, she might have chosen the same.
She gave the pair a grin, then waited for O'Malley and his damn prayers or whatever.

Then he started off. Slow and easy.
The seals were obviously worried now, spotting a hunting party approach. The scrambled to get as close to each other as possible, but the injured one still wasn't allowed the safety of the colony.
Vanity lowered her head, peeling away from the other two to come around from the left side of the target.
If the colony scattered, he might be left behind if he couldn't see or breathe properly.

She glanced to her paler counterparts, watching for their movements.