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

Copper was following the bird, when it wheeled around, and he lost it. Goddamn! Luckily, for the Coppery king, he had managed to kill a bird, en route to wherever this "Bartok" was headed. But now, he lost the damned thing. Oh well. He could find something on this open shore, for sure. He walked over to the coastline, and, suddenly, it receded. Copper followed it. Then, suddenly, It came back quickly. With a yelp, he recoiled from the water. Copper had neigh an idea how to swim.

He just hoped he could find help, or some sort of food, soon. Maybe he could wade out into the water, and paw a fish out of the water. Nah, Copper wasn't a very talented fisherman. food should've just have fallen from the sky, begging for the king to even lay eyes upon it. But, sadly, this wasn't what he had dreamed about the nights before. No, no meat was raining from the heavens.

Copper perked his ears, when he heard a sound. He heard some wolves conversing, and barking. He set of toward the most peculiar sound.