[If she'd known she would be taking an impromptu hike, she might have worn some shoes with more tread to them. In another set of circumstances, with someone else, she also wouldn't have allowed them to tuck her hand anywhere without asking first. He's steady, however. He isn't like the others, trying to win her over or just outright win her. It's a pleasant change of pace, and her wolf seems quite pleased by his attentiveness.]
Carmel Valley is just beside Carmel-by-the-Sea. Most people don't go there unless they're local, or at least local to the Bay Area. It's a lot of open fields and grasslands in the valley, tree-topped hills surrounding it. Wineries, golf courses, and some farms. Stables. The people that live there either have held the land for years in their family, in modest homes that creak when you walk through them, or they're people who in one way or another have money to have built or bought some estate. Carmel-by-the-Sea is the usual draw for visitors. A tiny seaside tourist town. The curbs are cobblestone, there aren't any stop lights, only occasional stop signs. The houses there have names instead of numbers and you walk to the post office to get your mail. There's a place called Point Lobos where people go to hike and artists flock to paint pictures of the ocean from the cliff sides.
[And yes, she smiles a little at the name of the park. Point Lobos indeed.]
Monterey and Pebble Beach are in the same area. More populated. More developed. There are military schools around there too, I think. It's a small enough area that people tend to know their neighbors, but tourists are there often enough that new arrivals to a pack don't really stand out. [She shrugs lightly.] Most of the people in the pack grew up around there, or like me grew up further North up the coast. Bay Area and the like. Some of them have money. Most of them are set in their ways and aren't out. There aren't any regular wolves left in California so we'd stand out more in our other forms if people saw us, so I'm pretty sure most people don't even realize there's a pack there. The alpha has a long-standing arrangement with the sisters at the Carmelite Monastery, however. They let us park at the monastery during full moons so that we can run through Point Lobos or into Carmel Valley at night. It's about the only interactions between pack and humans I noticed. At least, with everyone knowing who--what everyone was.
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Carmel Valley is just beside Carmel-by-the-Sea. Most people don't go there unless they're local, or at least local to the Bay Area. It's a lot of open fields and grasslands in the valley, tree-topped hills surrounding it. Wineries, golf courses, and some farms. Stables. The people that live there either have held the land for years in their family, in modest homes that creak when you walk through them, or they're people who in one way or another have money to have built or bought some estate. Carmel-by-the-Sea is the usual draw for visitors. A tiny seaside tourist town. The curbs are cobblestone, there aren't any stop lights, only occasional stop signs. The houses there have names instead of numbers and you walk to the post office to get your mail. There's a place called Point Lobos where people go to hike and artists flock to paint pictures of the ocean from the cliff sides.
[And yes, she smiles a little at the name of the park. Point Lobos indeed.]
Monterey and Pebble Beach are in the same area. More populated. More developed. There are military schools around there too, I think. It's a small enough area that people tend to know their neighbors, but tourists are there often enough that new arrivals to a pack don't really stand out. [She shrugs lightly.] Most of the people in the pack grew up around there, or like me grew up further North up the coast. Bay Area and the like. Some of them have money. Most of them are set in their ways and aren't out. There aren't any regular wolves left in California so we'd stand out more in our other forms if people saw us, so I'm pretty sure most people don't even realize there's a pack there. The alpha has a long-standing arrangement with the sisters at the Carmelite Monastery, however. They let us park at the monastery during full moons so that we can run through Point Lobos or into Carmel Valley at night. It's about the only interactions between pack and humans I noticed. At least, with everyone knowing who--what everyone was.