Sequoia Coast boston tea party

The walk to the beach too much longer this time. By the time Bazi reached the border between sand and grass, she was the owner of four very sore feet and two badly aching hip joints. The rain had not abated, but Bazi did not mind - after an hours' waddle, she was surprised it wasn't steaming off her back.

The sea had drawn two other wolves to its shores today. Both females - one black, one mottled, neither one a member of her pack. Bazi paused, eyes an ears on high alert as she watched the two from a slight rise in the ground. She had not expected company in this weather, but perhaps this was an opportunity to make herself useful as something other than an incubator.

Angling herself so that her ballooning sides were not turned to either woman, the Alpha alerted the wolves to her presence with a low bark. Had they seen each other? "Ladies," she greeted warily from her elevated spot, glancing between the two of them.