Coconut Grove i've got a lovely bunch of coconuts

his ear tilted quickly back as the shout rang out, his fur bristling with alarm. it was only when the friendliness registered in his head that govinda calmed, taking a deep breath before turning to stare the other down. had the man not spoken already, he might have mistaken him for ahe, the fiery girl from the bay. as it was. . .

a long time ago, he responded, the left corner of his mouth lifting in a smile. can't say i have attempted it, since. what about you? he was sure the answer would be 'yes.' the tone of the voice suggested a sort of adventurous whimsy; just the type of wolf that would try to eat a coconut. whether or not he was as daft as that action implied remained to be seen.