The sound of the sea lions barks drew a mealless coywolf towards the shore. But hunger had yet to make a fool of him. Hermes could observe the basking herd however long he wished, and he could imagine one providing him his fill and more. But no amount of fruitful thought or stomach growls would push him further than where he stood. The beast's teeth had yet to meet his flank, and they would not find their purchase today. Or so he vowed.
A sigh escaped Hermes as he turned his gaze from the herd, and he wondered where his brother could be.
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