Heron Lake Plateau you gotta moped man

Sequoia laughed airily. That's a word, right? Close friend of her sister. Their mom, Wildfire, kinda took me under her wing. Name's Sequoia. She listened as he explained that he was in fact a scout, ambassador, and claimed to be the world's best. At both things? Sure, that's probably what he meant. Sequoia had a feeling he was pretty confident, based on their short interaction so far.

Yeah, I'd like that! Have you seen any cool or weird packs? she asked. To an outsider, Drageda might have seemed cool and/or weird. Of course, Sequoia didn't realize this, as she had been born and raised there. Time might shift her perspective, but right now, she was still happy to have grown up there, and she still thought it was one of the best packs around. How could it not be if she was from there?

She continued talking with Tegan for a little while before eventually parting ways with him. At least now she could say she had met the resident ambassador.