Sequoia Coast boston tea party

The sea was a completely foreign concept to Delilah; who, apart from the colourful murals at the zoo, had never seen the ocean. She found herself on the sand, looking at the strange body of water, constantly moving like a living being, pushing and pulling at the shore, lapping closer and closer with every breath she took. The air was completely foreign; filled with a salty tang that bit at the edges of her eyes and seemed to beat through her blood.

She loved it.

The sand under her paws (at least she knew it was sand) crunched and gave way and made for some rather hilarious and awkward walking. The water, that moving and breathing thing, tasted gross, too. It was very salty, and Delilah had been part disgusted and part filled with wonder. Salt water? It was fantastic.

It took her a little while, but eventually, her embarrassment overcome by her childish excitement, she plunged into the water.

Gods; it was COLD.

Delilah let out a yelp, but kept swimming, her legs strong against the pushing sea. Swimming was something she knew how to do. It was funny that she took so strongly to the sea even though she had spent so much of her life away from it. When she was at the sea, she felt home. She swam back towards the shore, leisurely, letting the waves carry her through the whitewater and the surf. She laughed loudly, despite the rain and the clouds, and felt warm enough to explode.

She hopped out of the water, her step light. She looked out over the beach, surprised to see a darker wolf, small like a female, walking along the beach. Her tail began to wag. She shook out her fur, spraying water everywhere, and waited for the wolf to approach.