Sequoia Coast Walking to the shore.

Tveir kept close to his mother, unsure what they were doing or where they were going. Steel gray eyes took in the world around him as he stayed near his mother, his darker brown fur on his body a distinct contrast to her, whereas the lighter fur that made up his legs and his mask were her distinct coloring. He was a strange looking wolf, he knew this, but he didn't mind. It made him different. He frolicked in and out of the water's edge where it was shallow, letting the water wash up over his paws and then take the sand and go back down followed by all the water leaving furrows in it's wake and he giggled a high boyish giggle and continued this new game, making sure to keep his mother in his eyes view.