Coconut Grove A strange fruit from a strange tree

The woman could not quite shake her wandering habits, it seemed, though as she reasoned now they had a purpose. With Snowe in her care, and winter looming over them like a wraith waiting to strike, she needed all the herbs she could find on such short notice. The sandy earth shifted under her paws and she traversed the shore. She had travelled far as she combed the beach, and had a substantial amount of herbs to show for it. She had cached most along the way, marking the spots carefully, and now carried only some withered marigold and feverfew.

The coyote had her pause, and she watched it a moment. Approaching benignly, feathery tail drifting openly behind her, she stopped when she came close enough to notice that the male was not quite the coyote she had thought him to be. Dropping her herbs, she regarded him curiously, speaking lyrically a moment later. "it is a coconut," His confusion was evident enough, and she continued a moment later. "it holds sweet-water, but is near-impossible to open."