Coconut Grove apotheosis

anu's hunt had not gone to plan. thus far the wolves he had met seemed unreceptive, and there was that barrier of a common tongue. his grip on the native language was rustic at best; after a few frustrated exchanges with locals, anu had decided to take a break in favor of a meal.

he returned with nothing. the fauna of this part of the world was as foreign to him as the ocean, and he had yet to learn a skilled way to hunt them. coming alongside the reclining form of his companion, anu offered only a quiet chuff before he slumped besides anti, the shade dappling his hide.