Sequoia Coast Of broken bones and seaweed

Julooke had been exploring the shore a little, wanting to get a feel for the little creatures that lived there, and things that washed up. She had found, and played with, a shell that, as far as she knew was empty. She flipped it up and let it land in the sand before grabbing it once more. After several times, a creature poked its claw out, and that's when Julooke decided the game was over. She wasn't interested in anything that could snip at her.

Heading back towards the pack, a figure in the distance caught her attention. It looked like a wolf, but with a large... mane. She began to trot towards it, slowing when she got closer. She chuffed, trying to alert that she was here. The other wolf was larger than she was, but still had an elegance about her. What Julooke couldn't figure out was that stuff around her shoulders. She realized now it wasn't fur at all.