Sequoia Coast You and me and all that wine

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Raissa smiled sweetly at the half wolf. She talked in a strange way, her words mixed with the speak of coyotes and wolves. She seemed a little loony if you asked her.

”Well you see, where I’m from, there was no water as big as this.” She drawled in her sweet southern belle accent. ”It fascinates me and when mornings like this, full of mist and secrecy, well I just have to come see it for myself.” she explained sweetly batting her large orange eyes at the coywolf.

Raissa picked her way off the landslide to the sand on the other side, the cool grains soothing her pads. She sat down, facing the water, her tail wrapped around her tri-colored paws.