Sequoia Coast they come to snuff the rooster

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A noise made her aware that she was no longer alone. Honey eyes searched around her until they landed upon the soft, gray-and-white form of a large male. She chuffed back, her tail beginning to wag gently, though her reverence was not forgotten. Hey! she declared, having determined that the stranger's approach was not a hostile one. Perhaps the Mothers had blessed her with another friendly encounter, a delightful way to spend her time.

His pelt did not smell of the Nereides, but the scents of other canines was thick, leading her to believe he belonged to one of the neighboring packs. I was just giving thanks, she stated cheerily, the golden ribbon of a tail now wagging slightly faster. My name is Salish. How are you today? She introduced herself under the assumption that he would provide his name in return. Perhaps, too, he would ask her to explain her state of thanksgiving, thus giving her an excuse to talk all about her pack and its beliefs. Needless to say, Salish felt very excited at this point.

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