Sequoia Coast i'm not like them, but i can pretend.

where rannveig was focused on what the land could do for his body, velen was focused on what he could glean from the new place. ford had led them here, and velen was happy enough to defer to his fierce brother. there was little need for quarrelling, not when their goals were the same. therefore, the mayfair-cairn expended no energy in squabbling with his siblings.
a spar, however, was a different idea. along the beach velen stalked, chestnut eyes fixed on the pensive form of rannveig further along the strand. out here, he was visible, and aware of this, sought to flatten his large build as much as possible. catlike, he closed the gap, and then with a wild cry, flung himself toward his littermate, broad paws churning sand and gaze burning with a mischevious intent to shove rann into the foamcaps, since he seemed so obsessed anyway.