Sequoia Coast firewater to the belly

The gust front rolled over them as Ivev spoke, leaving Echelon glad that she had told them to come inland. Here the loose grit of the shore would not pelt them mercilessly, and the cover from the wood only seemed to amplify the sound of the ocean and its considerably choppy waters. Her focus had to be well divvied then, and most of it went to listening to her companion's talk of scouting and rankings within her former pack.

“Sounds weird,” was the only comment that Echelon made to the talk of a dreamer. But the part about watching the night skies was familiar to her, if not from her father. He had a particular word for it, but the common tongue slipped her memory. “Tonravik wants a mountain to claim. We only need to find one that will be suitable for us all, and those that may join us later.” While it went unsaid, the implications that it was not just any mountain were alluded to. Echelon had seen mountains in several directions, but what she had scouted thus far had been lackluster. She wouldn't have been surprised if some of the more prime places she had spied out were claimed, as well.

Making a small noise, the word that she had been looking for came back to her. “Your watch of the stars, that's astronomy. The patterns here vary from the ones where I am from.” But of course, they didn't vary too extremely. When the nights were decidedly clear, Echelon knew where to begin to look for the ones that she had seen in times past. But she had never tried to figure what their existence implicated or ultimately meant.