Ocean's Breath Plateau à la dérive en mer

yeets tristan 

i don't know where along tristan's timeline this is taking place but! whatever. who cares. he was traversing the coast like a nim-nom, just exploring and shit, when he noticed a black form -- probably around his age, maybe younger, a little more leggy than full grown females were... if we're talking hip ratio, i mean. nevermind. friendly to most extents, tristan let out a quick chuff to grab her attention, hoping to get a good conversation in and maybe get his mind off a few lingering ~*~emotions~*~ ... when a scent that was wildly too recognizable hit him in the face. oh fuck. he knew this wolf. 

fine! you caught him! tristan had been a terrible, terrible packmate or whatever and had paid very little attention to raven and quixote's kids. but, like, he knew who they were... they had gone on group hunts and patrols behind the scenes (probably). they'd definitely recognize him -- or like, they should've. but maybe they wouldn't because of how much he sucked. who knows. tristan certainly recognized her. 

he slowed a bit as he got closer, ears flicking and head tilting. phoebe? he asked, tail beginning to sway.