Sequoia Coast Need some air

Though Thistle enjoyed the ocean, she always would clean herself in a fresh water basin afterwards, disliking the salt and the sand mixed into her pelt. It wasn’t very often that she went into the ocean as it were anyway, she mostly just stood at the edge and watched the tide ebb and flow.

Thistle’s hackles rose at first when the wolf came charging at her, and she growled. Wondering if this was an isle wolf, and they were after her for taking the wolf Claire as a captive. Her growl tapered off into a yelp of surprise when the other wolf shoulder checked her. She stared in surprise and a little bit of wariness as the black female with silver toes danced around with laughter and her tail wagging in evident joy.

Thistle decided right then and there that the other wolf was possibly, probably insane, but decided that perhaps a little bit of play would not go amiss, given her current mood. She bent into a play bow and waited for the other to make her next move.