Dragoncrest Cliffs All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace

Sequoia's life had been relatively uneventful thus far. For the most part, her time was spent with family and the rest of Drageda. She knew them all by sight (and color), although there were plenty of wolves she wasn't particularly close to. There was no real drive to change that, but when she happened upon an adult gazing out at the waves, her curiosity got the best of her, and she ambled toward him with twinkling eyes.

He smelled of purple, not far from the blues that Kiwi and Helix were tied to in her mind. What're you doing? she asked, plopping down beside him with a grunt. Sand immediately clung to her fur, but she was used to that.