Sequoia Coast chanel

Tveir was on his way back from his adventures, knowing his mother was probably frantic, his father might even be. He had gotten side tracked though, playing in the sand and finding treasures that only boys would like. the whole mud, frogs and gross things. He had even found some pond scum, it was gross, but he had played with it, even tasted it (it was bad).

Tveir was waddling with his ungainly puppy gait, only to stop when he heard a soft voice whispering. He watched as a female got super excited when the waves crashed against the shore and he stared. Finally, he got brave enough to approach her. Whaccher doin? He was watching her with steely gray eyes, his small tail wagging slightly, Happy to maybe meet a new friend. Not realizing she could be dangerous in his small puppy mind.