Sequoia Coast firewater to the belly

Ivev had stuck to the grassy and beech forests strewn at the edge of the beach, white-washed fallen logs providing places to duck and jump over as she traversed her way north. The salt had left an acrid taste in her nostrils, so the arctic creature had put enough distance between her in the water as she used the coastline as a guide to travel north. The churning water had sprung up dark gray clouds that bunched the western horizon, and occasionally her cerulean eyes stopped and scanned the crowded sky.

With long legs built for crossing sub-arctic tundra, the female had made progress regrouping north to hang around the small band's camp near the waterfall. She was beginning to pursue the validity of Tartok's claim to the wilds. Hope had still found a foothold in her mind, driving the wolf to always circle back and stick around the tree-choked canyon that they had first stopped at. But it would look like Ivev would make a stop before returning; a black figure padding along the beach had caught her attentions. With a friendly wag of her tail, Ivev loped down the crest of the forest and onto the sand. She had recognized the female. The group had traveled together for some bit, and even if they hardly spoke, the ivory canine had a memory that locked images and faces into her mind. This ebony wolf was traveling in their band.
Hello! she called out, her feet high-stepping over the loose white sand. Ivev still felt she was sinking whenever she walked on the beach, but the black coated creature seemed to be enjoying the smooth texture underneath her paws.