Sequoia Coast you want to be the bad dream

The stranger greeted her, and Sequoia stopped a few paces short, craning her neck to take in her scent. It was a pleasant grey-green color, something akin to the way pine trees looked in the winter. The smell reminded her of moss on a boulder or perhaps sea foam at dusk. It seemed faintly familiar, but Sequoia couldn’t place it, so she assumed the color was just similar to somebody else she knew. Greens were a common smell, so it was likely she was mixing the stranger up with somebody else.

Hello! she replied, tail wagging and grin wide. You smell green.