Heron Lake Plateau you gotta moped man

If she'd been the kind of wolf to mull over things, she probably would have been thinking about her trip with Wildfire and Kiwi to Sun Mote Copse. Or maybe she'd be wondering what Buckshot was up to. Alas, she was not that kind of wolf, and her head was usually pretty devoid of meandering thoughts. After waking up (and taking a large dump which would likely be blamed on @Buckshot), Sequoia had kicked dirt over her droppings and trotted off. She wasn't sure exactly where she was headed yet, but maybe she could catch up with Bat.

Instead, she caught the sight (and smell) of somebody else. His scent was mixed in with all the other Redhawk wolves, and Sequoia being Sequoia waltzed up to him with her cheerful grin, and greeted him with a, Hi there! Don't think we've met. I'm Sequoia!