Sequoia Coast a king's ransom

Julooke was blissfully happy in their new home. She had spent the past few days exploring and marking the territory with her scent wherever one of her pack mates hadn't yet. Her nose to the ground, she inhaled all the new wonderful scents of prey should would go hunting later. She spent this morning make a new cache of food, but hadn't finished it yet. As soon as she did, she would beginning filling it up with reserves of meat. She knew, though, the number one thing right now was to make sure anyone who came near hear knew the area was claimed now and they were coming into dangerous territory.

She squatted, her urine soaking into the ground to catch the scent, and then moved on to the next spot. Her tail waved high in the air, and her ears were perked as she pranced along, obviously happy and cheerful. And then she spotted something. Her eyes widened, and her gaze looked around to see if there were any other wolves present. Nope, no one here. She stepped lightly to the mud puddle, her tail wagging in excitement. It had been a while since she had gone sliding through one, and now was as good a time as any. Retracing her steps, she gave herself room for a long start. Then, she ran towards the mud, intentionally going down as soon as she hit it, and her body slid through. She stood, ran a little ways, and then did it all over again. By the time she was done, her whole body was caked in mud, and she was loving it. It was, after all, a really good way to stay cool in the heat.

Deciding she was finished, she was just about to continue her patrols when she caught Ragnar's scent. Tail wagging behind her, she followed it until she found him. Hey, Ragnar. Anything interesting going on? she asked.