Sequoia Coast firewater to the belly

ahaha that's okay



The earth seemed to grab hold of her paws and pulled her down, and Ivev felt a small battle over her body as an updraft took hold of her fur and sucked it towards the towering thunderhead. The female had risen from her position, one uncurling motion that padded with ease across the sand. With her greeting to Echelon reprimanded, the white wolf turned on her heel and waited as the female passed her before starting up her walk again.

She didn't know the ebony wolf very well, and already her personality had come out. With a simple remark, she had expressed herself as one of pursed lips and tense sentences. The arctic creature couldn't help but to match her step as Echelon passed, accompanying her up the hill to the tall fir and hemlock that compromised the coastal forests.

Her type was nothing unfamiliar. Perhaps her past was a haunting experience that snuck up in the most inopportune times, or her personality was just one of a cut-to-the-chase type. Still, Ivev wouldn't be easily driven away if this was to be her future packmate.

You enjoy the beach better than I do, the ivory creature commented as they stepped into the recesses of the forest, skirting the roots of a massive cedar.