Coconut Grove Put the lime in the coconut and drink 'em both up

Inspection of the shores South West from the cliff side he'd found himself at nearly two days ago was putting him to the test. The winds had dipped lower, allowing a chilly breath to slip in and pull the heat away from his working body. As the wear on him from traveling, and not much napping, wore him down, his features bore a more nettled visage than his first day here. His nature was starting to settle in, but as long as his eyes had something new and beautiful to see, it would hold him over.

All of this verdant land to one side of him, and the endless stretch of cerulean sea to the other, made him feel as If he was between worlds. All his life he'd seen nothing but endless stretches of powder white, and the yearning to explore was easily put in check by the need to survive and find somewhere warm for the night. This place? He could sleep on the edge of the beach, if he so chose. The only thing that made him hesitant? The slow trickle of more and more souls tripping over his main route. The cologne of another was fresh on the sand, and it seemed just a bit too soon after his last encounter. He'd have to get used to meeting strangers, it seemed, and his standoffish nature wasn't exactly an asset in that sense.

A paw splashed in a pooled depression in the sand, and it rocked him off balance for a moment. As he gained his footing, a wild yelp stole every instance of security that he'd foolishly found himself with. Nearly jumping out of his own skin at the start, he clenched his teeth and pewter gaze into the verdure. What he did find wasn't what he'd expected. There was no skirmish or attack at hand. Or at least, not one that would give him any reason to be frightened. With the backdrop of rattling leaves, a wolf shook his head and on his nose, snapped up tight, was a spider-like sea creature. It seemed he was having some trouble with it.

Turning his head back to the way he'd come, he considered just how easy it would be to leave this guy here with the pincer on his nose. It wasn't exactly his problem. Nevertheless, he sighed heavily and relented. Maybe, he could at least get some directions around the area if he helped?

Paws, dirtied with all sorts of grime, brought his sauntering frame over to the unlucky male that had somehow offended a crab so well that the crustacean was unwavering in it's grip. For a moment, he stood far enough to give the male space, inspecting the situation a little more closely. The curl of hunger in his stomach brought about the sound reasoning that if it had been a fish stuck to this stranger's nose, at least there'd be dinner to have. A gesture with his jaw toward the creature clipped to the strangers snout made physical the question that were to come next,” Need free?” The inquiry was short, but to the point, and it was the most polite a stranger was going to get from him for free help.

[[SouthWest Sequoia Coast - Coconut Grove - 06/20/19
Temp: 51˚ Partly Cloudy. Possible light rain in the afternoon]]