Coconut Grove Wilson

She lurched back as the blob spasmed, paws light as she came to a stop a short distance away; bicoloured gaze affixed to it as the sand shifted and fell away, revealing a great mass of fur. Her heart plummeted; the blob's next words confirmed that this was a wolf. She'd resort to a few things to survive, but cannibalism was not one of them. Muttering something under her breath, the woman turned to stalk away, footfalls firm. She did not make it far, however, before twisting back around and stalking back towards the blob, staying a short distance away but watching carefully.  He may not be food, but he could offer an interesting tale, and the woman valued those.