Sequoia Coast i'm not like them, but i can pretend.

critical hit — velen gave a gruff whoop as rannveig disappeared beneath the icy brine. the sea had reared them, molded them in early puphood; he had no qualms that his brother would not reemerge. and so rann did, wearing a quirked, daffy smile on his handsome features. "i thought it's what you'd want," velen chirped matter-of-factly, sauntering along the sand to gently hip-check rannveig in a cairn show of affection.
the girl along the strand did not go unnoticed; she was the next thing to seize the boy's scrutinizing chesnut gaze. at a quick pace he set off, tail curled importantly over his haunches; when velen was within the speckled she-wolf's range of senses, he gave a low chuff, seeking to trace the scent along her withers if he was not otherwise rebuffed.