Sequoia Coast you want to be the bad dream

After her adventure with Tux, Sequoia had returned home exhausted, but excited that she had gotten to spend so much time exploring and meeting the various wolves from the great beyond. It had been a blast, but boy had she been glad to come back home. She had greeted both her parents with the utmost warmth, and she had even been nicer to Dacio and Opalia since she had gotten back from her little adventure. She realized that she had actually missed them while she had been gone! Sequoia had never thought that was possible.

She had only been home a little while before she got the itch to get out again, though. The piebald girl’s feet took her out of Drageda’s bounds once more, on the lookout for anything suspicious. She made her way through The Tangle, taking one of the routes she had learned from... well, she couldn’t remember who exactly she had learned this route from, but she did remember the route itself, and that was the important part. Whoever it was, she associated them with the color green. That did not exactly narrow things down, though.

The aspiring scout made her way through the dense thicket until she reached the open fields, and she yapped happily at nothing in particular. She was a happy child, and few things could sour her mood these days. One amber and one green eye scanned her surroundings then, and as luck would have it, she spotted a wolf not too far off, and it looked like they were about to grab a drink. Curious as always, Sequoia galloped toward the stranger, eager to make a new friend (and possibly a recruit).

Her posture was relaxed and welcoming, happy and calm, and she hoped that this would have the same effect on the stranger. The last thing she wanted to do was incite violence or anger.