Sequoia Coast firewater to the belly

Sure, feel free to archive and/or wrap up with whatever ^^ and I meant practice, as in 'practice medicine'


They had lapsed into silence as the rain was finally unleashed from the heavens, peppering their pelts with a cool deluge of water. The sky was totally gray now, and misty as undercurrents of the storm roiled above the waves. Far off coast, a low, muted rumble of thunder traveled across the waves.

Their talk had led both of them to ponder their futures for Tartok. The warrior pack had faltered in its step, and it did not seem likely they would settle before winter. Another force, the Neriedes, were growing in number farther up the shoreline and would most likely fill the role as a strict, warrior-disciplined pack on the landscape. For now, Ivev was left to wonder whether settling in some pack for the winter would be most beneficial for her survival, and wait for word on Tartok. She glanced back over at Echelon, whose black pelt was sleek and shiny from the wind and rain. Ivev shifted a bit, draping a paw over the tree's root as she lowered her chin and rested her head. For now, she would continue to wait, but time was running slim.