Totoka River knocking on the door

@Caiaphas I wasn't exactly sure how the pack's territory was laid out, so I took a bit of liberty here in assuming that the Totoka River included some of the shoreline that was adjacent to the pack's grasslands and cliffs and whatnot. Let me know if that works.

The coywolf was accustomed to following water; what started as a natural inclination had become his preference. Over the years he had come to depend on water not just for a drink but as a rich source of prey and even shelter, as the banks of many waterways were overgrown with thick tangles of alders and brush. Here, however, there would be no shelter to find. The river he had been following bled into the sea, and the the open expanse of shoreline promised little more than cold gusts of salty air. If he had been hungry though, Jaws knew that seemingly barren coastlines often offered a bounty of prey if one knew where to look as he did.

As the coywolf was not hungry he continued to lope along the sands, swift and soundless like the dark shadow of a bird cast on the ground from above. He would not have stopped if a pungent, unmistakeable scent did not catch his attention: a wolf pack's territory mark, the first Jaws had encountered since arriving in the park.