Sequoia Coast they come to snuff the rooster

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It was in the early morning that Salish decided to scout the area surrounding her home. The trek across the sandbar was trecherous and terrifying, yet the bold woman traversed it with courage in her heart. The Sea would deliver her, and if it took her then so be it. She placed all of her trust into her faith while the Sea churned and spat all around her, paws sinking into the sand, wind blowing with all the power to knock her to her demise. 

But today was not her day to have her life ripped from its shell. She arrived safely to the coast and climbed over the sharp rocks, through the tidepools and up upon the shore. Here, she turned about and faced the Sea, the Islands of her home rising before her eyes. A sudden urge to sing overcame her, and so she recklessly threw her pale maw skyward and emitted her beautiful wolfsong, singing her praises and thanks to the Sea as she reclined upon her lean haunches. She had inadvertantly revealed her presence and location to any whom had heard her joyful song, but she did not care. Salish was overwhelmed with faith and therefore, she would deal accordingly with whatever or whomever was brought to her.

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