Sequoia Coast happy machine

Aesop shuffled on his haunches, his tail curling to wrap around himself. He thought about the distance she had come, and realized that if there was one pack in that direction, there may be many more in the area. He was sure that there was at least one more along the coastline, as the woman who had taught (and taunted) him about sea lions must have come from somewhere, but it had yet to dawn on him that there may be more packs beyond the mountains.

"Onyx?" he repeated, "yeah, a packmate of mine. Nice girl, and I guess I see the resemblance. She a friend of yours?" He had seen little of her since, but the two had hunted together once, and she had proven her skill despite his immediate judgments.