Coconut Grove When I was older, I was a sailor

The soft sound of sand shifting under weight caught her attention, and she tore her eyes from the strange trees to glare at the disturbance. Not far off stood another wolfess, similar in size and coloration. Dianne posited she would've ended up looking more like her if not for the domestic blood that gave her an exotic flair. Her gaze softened. Now was the time to forge connections; make allies, not enemies. She had enough of the latter. Noticing how the woman was peering at the trees just as she'd been, she latched onto that as an icebreaker.

These trees are ungainly things, aren't they? Dianne started, calmly drawing her gaze back to them as she took a few steps closer. I'm not familiar with the coast. Are you? She looked back at the stranger then, willing an inquisitive expression.