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

he was still staring mesmerized by the she-wolf when the slap of velen’s firm hip rocked him. he fumbled in the water, an ear pulled back in a yo play it cool gesture — a futile signal for an absent receiver, for velen had already stalked past him towards the fine boned creature. 

rannveig pulled himself from the surf with a rough shake, bounding up in time to hear the woman’s quiet growl and — what was that about ford?

he conveyed his surprise by a slackjawed half-grin, whilst his tail wagged and whipped water from its berth. ”you know him? can’t say the pleasure’s all yours, right?” rannveig delivered a rather cheeky grin, feeling playful: ”we’re his smarter, —“ here he gestured to the dark male besides him —”and better-looking brothers respectively.”