Sequoia Coast When the past catches up to you

" @Leon "

Thistle had never noticed a different in smells, though she did now. The coast smelled fresh and new while the forest smelled earthy and older. She could spend hours in the bay’s meadows, she loved the coast, but mostly just because it reminded her of home and her family who she missed very much.

She imagined her mother would love it here. Her mother had a forest and a coast near her as well. Thistle had grown up there, and she missed it. Though she loved her home here too, it actually reminded her of home and she imagined that was why she loved it so much. She wondered at her parents, how they were getting along, and if they had children this year, well she supposed it would have been last year, did she have any younger siblings and were they like her, or were they like her brothers.

Thistle was so lost in her own thoughts she did not see the new wolf approaching her from a distance. She looked up at his first words the lazy languid way he walked as if he didn’t have a care in the world and if he did he wasn’t sharing it. He was larger, his size even rivaled her husbands though she was fairly certain her husband still had him beat in that aspect, but she wasn’t sure not being very good judge of size other than she was small and everyone else was larger than her, even her friend Julooke was larger than she, though Nerian wasn’t they were rather near the same size. She turned blue eyes towards him in amber face and gave him a small smile. It is beautiful, this is the outskirts of the packlands Stavanger Bay. Welcome, and this here is the ocean and coast.