Coconut Grove Wash him deep where the tides are turning

Grievous. What a name that was. It sounded rather sad, Ty thought. Then again, who didn't have a sad story to tell? He moved forward, and though she froze still, Ty wasn't terribly bothered. This was typical wolf protocol. She had always been a bit more... soft when it came to that kind of thing, preferring getting to know somebody through conversation before sniffing up all in their business, but she understood everybody had a different approach.

She breathed in his scent as well, putting it to memorization along with his name and face, should she happen to run into him again (an unlikely scenario, given her drifting ways). The sound of paw prints on sand caused Ty to break free from their ritual, and she backed away modestly to have a look at the newcomer. Again, she spoke a friendly greeting. "Hello," she said, "I'm Tytonidae." There was a slight sense of awkwardness in meeting two strangers at once, but nothing Ty hadn't encountered before. "Do you two know each other?"