Coconut Grove [ sorry not sorry ]

Like a veil of ocean mist, the pale female roved away after their greeting, leaving Chacal to her noisy meal though her curiosity was still piqued as she watched the gem-eyed stranger approach a tide pool. Chacal knew well what could be found in the small treasure troves of salty water, though nature had its way of being surprising nonetheless. Sometimes there were delicious, edible things, and sometimes there were things better left alone. A lifetime spent by the shore had taught Chacal well. 

The woman's slight trepidation made Chacal wonder if she knew what she was getting into. From what she'd seen, wolves from inland were often quite curious about edible sea creatures, but often found out the hard way that what seemed like an easy meal often had a few tricks to it. 

She chuckled merrily to see the odd creature suction itself onto the female's muzzle. She'd never seen one harm a wolf, though she'd also never found them appetizing enough to try and eat one. The female didn't look too starving to Chacal, so she assumed that the oddity had been chosen more out of ignorance than desperation. 

Not wanting to be rude, though, she smiled and left her half-eaten crab to approach, sauntering casually up to another tide pool to gaze in and try to find something more appetizing for the pale woman to eat. She didn't bother trying to help her get the plucky thing off her face- as she figured that'd probably be a bit too close for comfort from a stranger. Spotting a couple dark green crabs in the water, she gestured and chuffed, inviting her companion to come and see, if she had any interest in finding something a bit more tasty.