Sequoia Coast ulysses

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Wip had kept up her routine of waking before the sun. It was the only way to combat the cold, waking up early and getting her muscles going. It made her feel good about herself; to be productive by checking the borders, and cataloging any knowledge that could be gained from the nature that surrounded the pack lands. She had strayed a bit too far in the days past, and was resolved to limit herself around the Bay for now.

And so, she spent her morning walking quietly along the coast, enjoying the song of the Ocean, and the way its scent seemed capable of washing everything else away. She felt completely solitary out here, yet at times that feeling was deceptive. It was in this way that she did not know she was upon another like herself until it was too late to conceal herself. Her green eyes gazed over his mottled grey coat, and noticed several scars. Could this be Ragnar? Wip had yet to meet the leading male, yet, she had smelled Ragnar all around her. She didn’t think this could be him.

Still keeping her distance, she cleared her throat to announce herself, and kept her tail and head raised slightly. She was just beyond the borders, but still, the proximity to home emboldened her. Mornin’.