Sequoia Coast reform this year

Herschel had heard the tale many times before, just as he knew Coco had heard it just as many times (if not more). For some reason or another, she was the only one who had really thought about it, though. Everybody else just went through the paces, never thinking twice about a story told generation after generation. It was just that: a story. Coco, on the other hand, had taken it to heart. And she was bound and determined to find The Sacred Stream that had been passed down to so many wolves in their homeland.

“I do,” he replied, sincerity not lacking in his tone. Whatever this... this sacred flowing water was, he did not doubt his sister. If anybody could find it, it would be her. Together, they would rid it of the evil that lurked there, once and for all. Herschel and Coco would become its guardians, keeping it free from the injustice that had plagued it for so long.

Eventually, they found a decent place to bed for the night, and Herschel kept watch while his sister slept the night away. Her breathing and the waves created a soft symphony that would keep him alert until she awoke to switch places with him.