Coconut Grove i. ashore

with the early morning tide came a new offering to the coconut grove on the sequoia coast of the teekon wilds. a golden slip of a thing, a woman washed ashore with nothing to her name but her own salt-sodden fur. hours passed, and in time she woke, coughing and sore but intact. alive.

how had she gotten here?

the coyote called fox could only lay there, still in the spot where the sea had placed her on the sands, staring around her in awe and wonder. the trees... she'd never seen anything like them before.