Whose Seal of Approval?

Tanelan had been having a hard time… and Beauregard worried for his mate. His own anxieties had been elevated, and the man found himself on a long walk beyond their territory to clear his head. He was approaching the beach of hermit’s cove when the sound of a confrontation caught his attention. Moving into a trot, the man would race toward two figures on the beach. The first, a white wolf, and the other… one of those large bastards of blubber. The massive leopard seal was already attempting to round on the girl, and Beauregard lunged for what he would assume would be the shoulder-y area of the beast… though how the fuck did you tell when it was all blubber anyway? Fangs tore into the fatty flesh, nose wrinkling as the taste of salt, blood, and blubber invaded his mouth. Ugh, these things tasted awful… But he knew they were dangerous fuckers and letting one wolf fight them alone was a good way of letting another get hurt.