Sequoia Coast Need some air

Ptarmigan's recent encounter with the ocean had left her feeling disgusted by the coast, yet for some inexplicable reason, the timber wolf had remained in the area. It was likely she would remain for several days, because although the scent was upsetting to her stomach, the sound of the waves and the sheer massiveness of the large "lake" was astounding. It was sublime.

She padded along the warm strand, locked away in her thoughts, when suddenly a hazel wolf materialized on the edge of what she had come to call the Massive Lake of Massiveness. Ptarmigan wasted no time in attempting to initiate a game, though the manner in which she did it was questionable at best. With no regard for the other's mood, she charged forward, aiming to shoulder check the amber-furred female before dancing away with sharp barks of laughter and a jovially swinging tail.