Sequoia Coast You and me and all that wine

Raissa sat, still as a statue at the top of the landslide, watching the half-wolf pick her way carefully across the carnage. She looked a bit odd to Raissa, this might be an opportunity to have some fun. She smirked at the thought.

The odd wolf stopped for a second and a small quiver passed through her. Raissa had to suppress a laugh at her obliviousness. Raissa moved her tail and released a shower of small pebbles which soon turned into a mini rockslide. Raissa hadn't intended to injure the mutt, only to startle her by the sudden movement to her rear.