Whitebark Stream Margaritas for all

I don't think they would remember each other, which is going to make this fun. >:)

Now that she had a mission, Sequoia dipped from Mahler's claim. She knew, deep down, that this behavior she was exhibiting was destructive, but honestly, she didn't care. What was that saying? The best way to get over somebody was to get under somebody else? Crow could go straight to hell, because Sequoia was bound and determined to have a good time without him. It wasn't that she planned to go to bone town with the first wolf she saw, but she did plan to go there with the first eligible bachelor she found even remotely attractive. In fact, the more attractive, the better. That would show Crow what he was missing out on.

It had been some time since she had flexed her flirting skills, but she made sure to groom herself extra well before she had left the boulder, making sure no tufts were out of line and no debris was stuck to her fur. Then she squared her shoulders and set out into the world.

When she spotted what looked like a fine young gentleman, after crossing the bubbling stream that gave this place its name, she woofed in his direction, completely unaware of who he was.

Game. On.