Dragoncrest Cliffs And maybe just a little bit colder

Etienne found himself circling one of Granme Riz's favorite place to nap. He could see her everywhere. In the shadowed eaves. If he looked fast enough he could swear he even saw her napping. He knew it was his imsginstion and his memory. But how he wished for her no nonsense approach to life right about now.

He could also imagine the possibly unkind things she could say about Anselm and Heda and it amused him for a second before he felt bad. And quietly berated himself for finding comic in the cruel.

He finally settled himself to his haunches curling his sandy tail around his gloved paws with quick precision. And he watched the ocean dance.

this was one of his favorite places, too. had he known the significance of it, he would have held it in even more esteem. 

as it were, lafayette was watching the waves as well when the cream-brown wolf caught his attention nearby.

with a gentle whuff, he worked his way into a lope, tongue lolling as he stayed to the wet sand and let his speed shine, rather than miring himself in the heavier, thicker sand closer inland.

bonjou, he called out, smiling. who you?

it was a face he did not recognize—but there was a familiarity in his form, all the same.