Sequoia Coast You and me and all that wine

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The odd creature called up to her in a voice that made Raissa want to burst out laughing. She held her humor in and put on her typical sad innocent face and started down the rock slide.

She picked her way down the slope on delicate paws, barely causing any rocks to slide down. When she reached the bottom she walked over to the half wolf, her tail down. She approached the wolf at a medium pace and noticed her angular features. She must be part coyote. Raissa put on an apologetic face with a tinge of sadness when she got close enough for the wolf to distinguish her expression. She played this part very well as she played it all the time.

”I am so, so sorry! I slipped and a couple rocks fell down towards you, I would have warned you but I didn’t notice you until you called out to me.” She rambled in a sweet voice.