Dragoncrest Cliffs If we jump together, at least we can swim.

Although Sequoia had grown up alongside two siblings, she wasn't exactly close to them. She had always preferred the company of adults or even older puppies to those her own age for whatever reason. Maybe she was just snooty like that (a trait that she likely picked up from her mother).

Dalia's departure had been a sad one, if only because it was another older wolf that was willing to hang out with Sequoia. (Again, there was that egocentric thought process happening.) It seemed to have hit Dacio harder, and even the self-centered Sequoia hadn't noticed that about her brother.

She had been rooting around trying to dig something up when he approached her with a feather in his mouth.

"What's that?" she asked, ever the curious one.