Sequoia Coast so long, little chapel

Lmao, I like him already!

She remained unspotted, much to her liking. Instead it seemed that the wolf had no interest in his surroundings, and she watched as he settled in and rolled himself over. If any of those words she had heard had truly been about being hungry, she couldn't have fathomed why. Echelon took note of his physical state and considered her options as she took the risk of striding in closer. If it was a trap, then it was unlikely the real threat would have come from him if she kept some of her distance. He would have never caught her, of this was confident.

Letting out a breath in preparation, the younger wolf steeled herself all the same. The air was tested once again, but no tellatale signs rose that suggested there was anything she needed to be remotely aware of. Just the overpowering burn of salt in her nares. Only a few feet away, she wondered if he had noticed her and simply paid her no mind. Echelon opted to speak before he did, on the off chance. “What are you doing?” The confidence leaked from her words, their terseness opposite of his most leisure position. Maybe he was dying, she thought.