Coconut Grove detox just to retox.

One was certainly the loneliest number. Diaval was quite sure of that if he ever had doubts before. When it had been just him and his mother, well...bad company was better than no company. Now, he didn't even have her irritation at his leeching to distract him from the dead quiet. The birds sang, the trees swayed and the ocean...he had never seen the ocean before but it made plenty of noise. That wasn't the sound he was missing. The quiet was in his mind and his soul. He couldn't explain, he only felt it. 

So he jumped at the opportunity when he was presented with two wolves further up the coast. He picked up the pace, catching up shortly after the white wolf had reached the one with the bird. Diaval's stomach rumbled but the idea of taking the other wolf's catch, even through charity, was completely unthinkable. 

"Hi! Hey..." he said, eyes flicking between the two males, tail a soft sway behind him. He was much too pleased with the mere presence of these wolves to be too nervous right now.