Sequoia Coast i'll whisk away your heartsigh and bury it in mine

a vivid sunset lent a faint golden sheen to the pale wolf's coat; from a distance, yakone was only a gleaming silhouette darting among the froth and flurry of water and sand tossed up by her quick movements. beyond the beach she'd climbed and wriggled her way into, dark cliffs loomed like disapproving sentinels. no fun allowed, they seemed to creak out through the battering of wind against stone. she paid them no mind.

kona skidded to a halt in the water as another cold wave crashed over her, barking and whirling to bite at the wall of water as it fell and receded. she bolted through the water once again, racing down a path with no end. she couldn't outrun the waves, but that wasn't the point. the point was to have fun.