Sequoia Coast firewater to the belly

Want to fade soon? :3

Practice her stargazing? Echelon withheld the scoff that wanted to inch its way out. She didn't need the practice, at least not in her mind. It would only be a matter of time before she understood the constellations and why they shifted. But it was secondary to her primary objective, and that was scouting out a place for Tonravik. Instead of throwing away the offer that her potential pack mate gave, she instead nodded agreeably. Echelon knew Tonravik would be less than happy with her if she drove off the others by being anti-social. So for her companion's sake, she would agree.

“We shall see. There are no guarantees we will stay here, either. If nothing is suitable, we will press on. Such is the way.” Her words went quiet towards the end, but it was true. They had been on the travel for some time now, with and without others to aid them in their quest. As if on point, the first few cold drops of rain began to pelt the duo in their cover, and Echelon's eyes returned to the rolling sea through the timberline. While the bulk of the storm remained off the coast, the outer bands of its wide swath had come to them swiftly. She hoped this would be the worst of it, just a brief interlude of rain to interrupt her plans.