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

"he's totally right, you know," velen confirmed, ear flicking backward at the dotty girl's warning growl. ""velen, the wise, and rannveig, the sexy." truly, however, all the mayfair-cairn children had been blessed with a certain feral charisma — he knew how the ladies looked at ford. it was no wonder she was here. 
keeping his perhaps-offensive thoughts to himself, the boy glanced toward the sea and licked salt from his jaws. "you up for a hunt?" he inquired, glancing between the two of them. what better way to bond with a potential packmate than by almost drowning? that was the cairn way, after all. 
the mayfair way was to build a flower castle on the beach together, and while velen was totally here for that, one, there were no flowers, and secondly, that was a weird thing to ask someone you'd just met.