Sequoia Coast afternoon phase

Peering into the depths of the tidal pool revered a strange image for the small white she wolf- instead of a clear base of sand, she saw a reflection of herself, rippled by a slight wind. Her own blue eyes had a match in the surface, seeming to stare right into the pupils of the ones locked inside her head.

It was a strange, ethereal beauty, water. Ivev was not enthralled by seeing her psychical appearance in the crystal ball of a pool, but the fact that she was seeing the effect of herself on nature. She long knew that wolves were a vital angle to the health of mountains and woods, but the ocean had treated her with a small omen- that this brief image of her, a small representative for the entire wolf population, would soon be swept away by tides rolling in a sea-green foam. That her kind were not a permanent fixture in the grand plan of nature, and were subject to the whim of the world.

The arctic female had stepped away from the pool when she glanced over her shoulder to acknowledge the advancing male. She had guessed the beach would be a popular area, and the stranger confirmed it. He was neutral and addressed her in a polite tone, one with the wolf could only respond in kind to.
And to you, traveler. Are you a beach goer?