Sequoia Coast firewater to the belly

The air was beginning to feel more and more choked with humidity, basted with the eerie glow of a snap of lightning. Ivev watched as the low hanging branches of beech swayed back and forth with increasing intensity, and the occasional stir of leaves bounced off the earth.

The female glanced back at Echelon. I guess I have been here long enough for a few rainstorms, she responded lightly. But not long enough to see spring or winter. I hope to learn more by traveling about. Since the pair had no true pack land yet, Ivev had only a few real reasons to be about. There was no point in mapping the trajectory of prey migration if it was for somewhere they weren’t about to claim. Perhaps you and Tonravik have picked up on some interesting patterns?