Sequoia Coast they come to snuff the rooster

After his interesting meeting with the commander of the Drageda and tentative acceptance into the pack, the large male stayed upon the beach, lost in thought. He was park of a pack again and it made him feel good. Granted, he had yet to meet his packmates, but he would soon.

The swift sea breeze constantly moved the clouds about, making peepholes for the sun, then closing them again. This was his home now, this windy, salty place. It was turbulent, stirring. He liked the way the wind moved through his thick pelt. As he sat, watching the waves and thinking, a sudden howl invaded his thoughts. It sounded exuberant, almost reverent and it piqued his curiosity.

He jogged over the sand, towards the noise. When he crested the swell of a hill of sand, he saw a light colored female upon her haunches. Could this be one of his pack members? Or perhaps another. Thuringwethil had been the only wolf he had met so far, since he had come to these lands. He was happy at the thought of another interaction. He yipped a greeting, alerting the female to his presence.