Coconut Grove rebuild, renew

He had left these lands when Wednesday had disappeared, having lost his leader. She had gone to that forest north from here and never returned. Considering that they had barely escaped their first intrusion there, along with Wednesday's insistence on stealing the pale-furred child, really only meant one thing. Gristle had managed to put two and two together on what had happened to his companion, yet grief barely scrapped at his conscience. Revenge was a passing thought that he toyed with, but one he would only take only when the opportunity arose.

For the moment, the beastly male was thinner than usual from the widespread famine, though still held a menacing amount of bulk. Hunger twisted at his stomach, however, and the feral creature roamed the shoreside, inspecting the trees here that bore strange fruit. One lay half-cracked in the sand at the base of one such tree, and Gristle pawed at it with mild interest, wondering if it was at all edible.