Coconut Grove dixie dregs

there was a slow flash of red, and govinda was reminded suddenly of engel--his heart caught in his throat--but the logical part of his brain caught up quickly. he's got white on his legs, it noted detachedly, and besides, engel is dead. swallowing down the sudden surge of emotion, govinda trotted after him at an angle, noticing the coconut clutched in his jaws.

arrey, he called out, lips splitting into an open-mouthed smile. what're you up to with that coconut? feeling a bit fiendish, govinda added, you know it's rude to steal coconuts from other wolves. very serious crime, i've heard. he let out a quiet snort of laughter and continued on, long legs catching him up while he waited for the other to stop--or not.