Coconut Grove [M] a half-destroyed grove

Every time he said his name, Chip had to bite her tongue to keep herself from laughing. He explained where he had come from (or at least some idea of where he came from), and Chip listened with mild interest. She wondered if they would ever cross paths again. It wasn’t that she was opposed to it, she just didn’t see the need for it. There were plenty of fish in the sea (or wolves in the wild), and she preferred variety to the same old fish over and over again.

Around, she replied, Not too terribly far from here. My sister used to run a pack somewhere in these parts, but I haven’t heard anything about it in ages. Maybe she died. Chip wasn’t really interested in finding out what had happened to Fox. They had never been close, so there was no longing for that lost sibling bond or anything like that.