Sequoia Coast Imagination rules the world.

The waves were particularly calm today, so there wasn't as much noise to cover up the sound of paw steps. Quickening paw steps. Beric turned his body to face the wolf approaching. His hackles raised when he realized it intended to attack. What a foolish mistake this stranger would realize too late that he was making. Beric took his stance, widening his front legs, baring his teeth fully, and perking his ears to try and appear larger than he already was. He was not a novice fighter, and he was going to make this wolf regret ever thinking about stepping towards him.

That was, until the stranger got closer and closer. His scent only smelled of Horizon Ridge, his enemy, but his face... Beric immediately changed his stance to neutral, covering his teeth, but his ears remained perked. He had to be ready if Verrine continued to come after him, but Beric would rather lay down in defeat than to fight his family. In case he wasn't recognizable, he barked out, I'm Beric!