Sequoia Coast because i could not stop for Death, he kindly stopped for me

It is not long before the other canine is rushing toward her. Her ears drop against her head and she picks one foot up to step backward, the twinge of protecting herself begin to turn gears. The first few seconds, Thuringwethil feels herself slip away but there is a jarring halt when the other comes to a stop and retreats a step or two in reverse with an apology pouring from her lips. Fire teases her nerves and she does her best to unclench every muscle. When she is able to piece together all the information, Thuringwethil dips her head once in understanding.

“Who are you looking for?” she asks, taking a long stride forward but with enough distance that it isn’t too weird. Whomever the other is looking for, perhaps she can give a hand—if only to give her mind something else to focus on—and a purpose to still be by the shore for a while longer.