Sequoia Coast firewater to the belly

Ivev's swiveled as Echelon spoke. It was true, neither had been there long enough to feel the current of the earth or the tide of the seasons had on the movement of life. The ivory female had yet to spend time following herds of deer, or elk, through the park and watching their migratory habits. At least the seasons retained their usual turning, and a wolf curious about it would notice that it wouldn't be long before the trees shed their leaves. She couldn't wait to stare up through a bare-branched wood at the night sky, the cool air making each celestial being shine even brighter.

Steady breaths of wind were beginning to pull and tug at Ivev's hair, and she shook her pelt to rid herself from the uncomfortable feeling that the ocean was trying to pull her in. Any idea where we plan to settle? A particular location that you wish to scout? she asked, tail waving slightly. In response to her second question, Ivev couldn't help but smile shyly, glancing away. It took a moment for her to respond, wondering whether Echelon had heard of such an occupation, or what her reaction might be.

Back home... there is a rank known as a Dreamer. You are taught to interpret anything, from, say, a rain storm, to a spiritual-ridden dream, as a sign from nature. It might be a little superstitious, but it helps me to notice things such as how one certain group of stars always rises from the east at night.