Wheeling Gull Isle run the voodoo down

Actually located on the sand-bar leading to the island. Could work for a trade if you need one!

He'd followed the coast for a day or two. The coconut entertained him for a little while but when it got stuck one too many times, he abandoned it. Perhaps in the days to come, the giant seed would root itself in the sand and there would be one more alien tree sprouting along the coast...? Dingo was not aware that's what he'd done; this propogation of a weird tree species was far from his mind. He wanted to propogate his own species — y'dig?

But so far his return to the wilds had been one long romantic walk on the beach, or something close. It wasn't altogether romatic. He was alone. And it wasn't the best time to be wandering along the beach either, not with autumn on its way out and the frigid winds getting colder by the day. He was doing his best to remain optimistic about his future — certainly he'd find some damsel in distress and charm the pants off of her, but at this point Dingo would've accepted the lure of a Nereides' song.

He was freezing his butt off when he stumbled upon a bend in the sand, and after following it for a good portion of his morning, stopped in his tracks. There was a half-buried carcass settled there. It didn't have any meat on it. It looked gargantuan - bigger than a wolf at the very least - but the bones were bleached white and there were barnacles encrusting the lower bits. It was definitely a mood killer.