Coconut Grove i. ashore

she wasn't alone. the sound of paws on sand stirred fox from her awed survey of her new surroundings, and she sat up shakily to see who, or what, it was.

wait. what the fuck —

kiir? fox would recognize him anywhere. he was incredibly generic-looking for a coyote compared to her, of course, but she'd known him for too long to miss the little things that made him distinct. it was definitely him, in all his lazy ass glory. but what was he doing here? and what was she doing here? you're pretty far from home.

and then of course she had to have a big dramatic coughing fit.