Whose Seal of Approval?

Marrow

Well this was extremely inconvenient. Marrow was trying to work her way south into Auster but every which way she turned she ran into a pack border. Starlit Plains? Border. Wildberry Grove? Border. Aspen Dam? Border. How the fuck was a loner supposed to visit this continent? The only solution she could figure was to skirt along the borders of the land and the ocean and hope that at some point she'd find an unclaimed area to cross into.

As she worked her way along the beaches into a cove she didn't think much of the ocean. She wandered into the surf and out of it, playing in the water without any consideration that there could be something there. A massive form shot up the beach, fangs bared and Marrow just managed to dodge to the side as a huge leopard seal washed up onto the beach. "The fuck, you serious, lard face?"It seemed so as it started to waddle toward her. "Nope, nope, just absolutely not." She could accept being killed by a lion, a tiger, even by a grizzly bear but not whatever the hell was waddling toward her. Marrow darted behind it, fangs digging into a back flipper.