Sequoia Coast Like whirlpools

In the frothy tide pool the drenched scullion perched over a sleek stone and watched with avid interest the darting shrimp that wheedled along the smooth edge. The seaweed that adorned the stone was heavy and reek against her, half baked and exposed in the waning sun. Caiaphas tilted her muzzle to the side as the shrimp scattered from her looming shadow - and all that was left to suggest their presence was the uplifted sand twirling idly in the shallow water.

She looked up, disappointed by their departure. She squinted as she caught the sight of another wolf -- and with a protective woof she launched herself expertly from the slippery rock and splashed recklessly through the shadows in a lofty and assured trot.

But as she drew closer and the figurine became more visible between the bedazzling reflection of the water and the sharply lit sand, Caiaphas' suggestively aggressive posture diminished. She recognized the female as a fellow Nereides, but did not know her name. She studied the female, who strode with great conviction to her step. Meekly, Caiaphas slowed to a halt and hailed the female with a gentle low of greeting.