Coconut Grove detox just to retox.

I—oh, sorry! I didn't mean to interrupt. I just—Ingvar realized there was another wolf now—Hello! The white male paused a moment, glancing between the two of them and internally sweating out what he should do here. It seemed the one who was eating wasn't particularly friendly, which was a shame, because Ingvar was.

Maybe we should leave him alone, he suggested gently to the other who seemed quite a bit more easy going. Ingvar gestured toward the shore, then began to amble that way. Name's Ingvar.