Wapun Meadow downtown

listen, babe, said tegan with a shake of his head, i'm a free spirit -- lone wolf kinda guy. you picking my name is exactly what i need. mostly because tegan was currently lacking the creativity to do it himself and he liked to drag other wolves into his mess. whoops. anyhoo. she swung into a whole ordeal about finding him a name -- hell yeah. granted, her first few options were a little... uhm. drab. but after hearing huckleberry tegan's writer was generally drawn to the name finn. right? kinda cute? idk if anyone has that though so like. let's keep listening to lil baby ibis. 

her story was also cute, but tegan was the first to admit he wasn't going anywhere near a god damn dragon -- whatever that was. sounded scary though and he was certainly a pussy. he kinda liked the name tristan, though. low-key. it was close enough to tegan that it didn't feel too foreign. i like tristan, he told her earnestly with a wave of his tail, that doesn't like -- make me bond to fight dragons though, right? between you and me, i'm not much of a fighter. he pointed to his snoz, that's why i'm all beat up in the face -- not too good at it. 

his tail flicked and he rocked side to side as he pondered. what else you got?