Ocean's Breath Plateau don't dwell on the past

She was pretty quick to leave yet another wolf in the dust and strike out on her own along the shore. She liked the way the water lulled her ears but hated the way the sand felt between her toes. She'd cut inland for a while, but something brought her back to the ocean just in time to run into a familiar face. Perhaps it was fate.

At first she scoffed internally when she saw him, assuming he was just another rando she'd have to duck and avoid in order to not have some other weird encounter and awkward goodbye. But no, as soon as she was close enough she recognized that familiar grey pelt. Shit. Uncle Phox?! F... heyyyyy! She caught it just before it left her teeth. Tierra had picked up a habit but she liked to keep up appearances.

Is this where everyone went?! No way... She looked around, as if expecting her mom to rise out of the ocean or something. If they did she'd stick around long enough to say hey, but no way in hell she was staying. Sand in her fur, day in and day out? Pass.