Coconut Grove [M] a half-destroyed grove

A small female wolf, who looked very much like he did, came strutting up to him through the trees that were upright. By her walk, Jizaar would have guessed that she was pretty confident or just very relaxed, and he couldn’t help but grin at her as she approached.

’Sup, cuz,’ she said, stopping not far from him.

“Hello there, my friend,” he answered in return, dipping his head in greeting. He was amused by her name for him, a shortening of cousin, no doubt, which meant she knew he was part-coyote… and she didn’t seem to mind. Very good. He studied her for a moment or two, blue eyes lingering on her form. His voice took on a flirtatious tone. “And what is a beautiful woman like yourself doing out here? It seems this grove of coconut trees was…” He glanced toward the ocean, where torn-down trees could be seen through the gaps in the grove. “… partially destroyed,” he finished. Such a thing ruined the flirty mood he was in for a moment, his grin faltering, but his topaz-blue eyes flicked back to her after a moment and his smile recovered, though it was less wide as before.