Sequoia Coast follow me down

In her wait, Echelon pulled at the mosses that clung to the dark stone. Their taste was salty and bitter, but much to her liking. Somewhere in her periphial she spied the dark shape that could be no other than Tonravik, but she played as though she didn't notice for the longest time. Instead her feet carried her forward a bit around the stone, and her nibbling ministrations did not cease until the deep rumble of her bear-like packmate stirred beside her.

Attention broken, she fell into step along with her, with nothing more than a returning rumble from deep in her chest. Words did not need to be spoken between them, because their goal was shared. They would travel together now. The absence of hostility here did not put Echelon at ease. If not for the ocean roaring beside them, it would have been too quiet for her liking. But for the most part it would provide them with the cover that they needed… if they needed it.

“There are more tracks ahead,” she said after some silence, letting Tonravik come to the conclusions that she had for herself. There was life here, and plenty of it. But as far as she could tell, no packs along the watery shores. “Mountains to the east as well. We'll see them past the bend up there.” It was mountains that they were after, though she had not scouted past the shore yet. It was a simple ploy, a gauge, and she waited to hear what decisions her superior would have.

As they moved on and spoke of many things, Echelon found herself tasked with scouting out suitable regions. The young canine was obedient to her perceived superior, though for deeper reasons than rank or relation. She departed from Tonravik once they had scouted the coast appropriately, and headed off towards the east in to begin her tireless exploration of the wilderness beyond the damp shores and rough seas.