Sequoia Coast from the ground up

The coastal she-wolf was out and about doing her usual business -- patrolling the surrounding territories of Yuélóng. The route she decided to take today was quite far off (and probably nowhere near the borders...at all.) though that didn't really bother the young otter too much. It would do Aimi some good to scout out the whole of the sequoia coast for future reference -- ecspecially when she'd been living here for a while now.

All this walking was beggining to make the sandy femora thirsty, and for a moment, her mind drifted off in thought of which direction the river might be. Probably frozen over -- but she could always try cracking a hole into the icy surface. God, she hated winter.

A flock of birds were spotted just up ahead -- her boredom-plauged mind instantly carried her feet in quicker pace with every intention to scare them away -- An activity Aimi probably enjoyed too much ever since puphood. However it was within the washing of waves and screaming gulls that she failed to notice the other's presence sooner. So when their scent was finally picked up and her seaglass gaze was casted sideways, the stranger was met with an alarmed growl and a prick of hackles. This man scared the living shit out of her. Was he always there??

The young otter took a few moments to look the stranger up and down suspiciously, and was quick to straighten back up and clear her throat akwardly. Aimi was not aware that he'd been hunting the seagulls she probably scared away with her presence by now, and was under the impression that it had been her he was moving towards. "Who....who are you?" Yeah, it was definitely 'who are you' and not 'who you'. At least her common was getting better....