Coconut Grove Off & into the sun

Despite his findings in the valley to the far east, Roscoe was never one to stay in one place for too long. It was like there were wheels underneath his paws that just forced him to move forward and away from what once was. Surprisingly for him, the second that he reached the Gilded Bay he realized just how wonderful of an idea this was. Heloise was entirely right - the coast was beautiful! It made it hard to think about leaving this place at all now that he had found his way here and this must be the place she had talked about. All the dots seemed to connect to what she had described and so he ventured even further along the coast. His lanky legs stretching out one after the other as he followed the sandy beach. 

Eventually his eyes landed upon a single figure nearby. Browns and tans thrown into their fur, too, and his first instinct was to run to her and introduce himself. To uproot all sense of peace between them in lieu of finding friendship but after annoying Heloise on their first encounter (and apparently upsetting a stranger, to which Heloise had to rescue him), he knew better. It didn't make him any less sad and did not cover the faint whine that escaped his lips. A frown accompanied that same whine and his ears pushed themselves back against his skull... hopefully he could get some sign that she was friendly and wanted company. Otherwise, he figured it best not to push buttons. Heloise was likely quite far away now and couldn't save his skin over here.