Ocean's Breath Plateau The world never stops

Ponderosa had, with the permission of her parents, slipped away from their near seaside den and deeper into the Moontide’s plateau. 

She picked out one scent, as she often liked to do, and followed it, her nose to the ground. Her ears twitched and swirled with the many sounds of nature, the crunching of fallen leaves under her feet. 

She continued on like this until she paused, bringing her head up swiftly as soon as she heard another’s steps, a scent on the wind. The scent she was following. 

She stood proudly, but not without a slight trembling, her growing body strong, a mix of her mother’s femininity and her father’s strength. She recognized the red coat of this wolf. She waited, for him to notice her.