Coconut Grove Scattered hearts, broken glass.

@Bat?

There were borders to mark, prey to track and wolves to recruit, yet Viinturuth was exhausted. Wether that was a result of so actively trying to impress Tristan or the unbearable heat of a midday Summer sun as he lay directly beneath its rays, however, was obviously a total mystery.

The pale yearling's tongue lolled over his lower jaw as he propped onto his elbows to pull himself upright, and he shook the sand from his pelt. With an exaggerated stretch of each limb, stiffened from his brief nap (he was sure he'd fallen asleep in the shade, by the way!?), Viinturuth made his way further in land in search of fresh water to cool down.

The open road called her, louder every day she stayed home, yet Bat resisted. She didn't want to go out and pull in more recruits, only to one day find herself totally surrounded by strangers. So rather than go traipsing around the wilds, she stuck close to the grove, meandering between the trees. She kept her eyes peeled for sign of some company, though her top priority right this very minute was a long drink after spending a solid hour romping around in saltwater.

When she finally located one of the small freshwater springs, Bat found she wasn't the only thirsty one. "Hey! Are you Vin..." There were more syllables. She distinctly remembered Tristan pronouncing them, yet for the life of her, Bat couldn't remember the rest. "Vin-truth?" she guessed, aware that she was wrong, although hopefully, maybe, barking up the right (palm) tree...?

The mountain of a woman had returned from the bay after her pleasantries with Wraen. She was a breath of fresh air; someone different and someone kind. She hoped she could visit her sometime, it would be nice to talk to her more.

Gracious reentered the grove, dodging some of the fallen coconuts that had nestled themselves in the sand. She would have to bite one open later to see what they had to offer, for now, she just assumed they were strange furry rocks. Though as she continued through the line of shade, the voice of another came into hearing distance. This voice didn’t belong to Tristan, the only member she’s knew belonging to Margaritaville currently (by name, at least).

They looked young, younger than herself. Gracious may earn the title of senior member while here at the grove, she’s surrounded what could probably be yearlings! Tristan sure is young, and these wolves ahead of her? Probably the same. She wondered how well she could play being the mother hen...

Stepping forward towards the duo, yet leaving enough room for the two to have their air, she let off a loud chuff to make her presence known. She hoped she wasn’t rude for interrupting whatever they were saying.