Sequoia Coast Don't Sass A Lass

She hadn’t initially planned to go west, but the open waters offered her an inviting breeze rather than the ridge of mountains that segregated the valley, which only offered exhaustion and needless toil. Jaguara did not think twice about taking the leisurely route, as she had no destination decided upon. She assumed she would know whenever she got there that it would be simply where she was meant to be. Pondering the sensation of sand between her toes, the dark silhouette of her figure hovered over a particular high dune where the rest of the coast unfurled until the shore met the lap of waves.

Her bi-colored gaze was easily drawn away from the sight of the sea to another haughty presence that rolled onto the scene. She didn’t openly approach hostility, as the stranger’s posture would make her come across as: aggressive, on edge. But she didn’t shy away either, remaining in clear view at the woman’s approach; although with the wind coming in from the west, and her habit for initial silence, she was not immediately aware if she’d been spotted. But she would be. Shadowing the she-wolf’s pace from her perch Jaguara inquired, “Tough morning?”