Sequoia Coast life can only mean hardly anything

powerplay to keep this moving

amelie did not stir again, and lasher pressed his muzzle against the willow's shoulder, sharing in her grief. the lap of the surf was in his ears, and he sighed. silence stretched its wings o'ertop the pair, but at length the man stirred and nudged amelie's cheek gently. "we should bury her, my love." for no matter how much the willow loved the girl, the pair of them could not bear her back to the plateau.