Sequoia Coast with the gritty smile and the dirty old church mouth

@copper @caiaphas

after his charming encounter with the ruddy mongrel, copper, known only to the raven as "death in a nutshell," bartok forsook the great bear wilderness and made the long haul back to the coastline where he was more or less gladly received by its residents (mostly less).

it was early evening by the time he rocked up to the seaside, where the surf gleaned its hues from a sky-mural embroidered of gold and rosy tint and crepuscular creatures began to mill about the dimming countryside.

copper had succeeded in his stealth – the raven had nary a clue that he was being tracked by the injured brute. and, by his luck, bartok was tending to an empty stomach come the sunset hour.

roaming overhead he scoped out the area, taking stock of movement below for any leads conducive to a viable feast – and, finding nothing, he vacated the skies to forage amongst a thicket plentiful with berries.