Coconut Grove this town is wasted and alone.

He watched, with increasing fascination, as the stranger addressed the late crustacean. Caracal couldn’t halt the laugh that puffed out of his mouth when the guy scolded it for being dead. He idly wondered if he was mentally ill or something, which made laughing kind of inappropriate, but fuck, it was funny.

That’s where I left it, Caracal interrupted the scene, scuttling toward the rock. He turned and blinked at the other wolf, offering an easy smile. Nah, man, I’m not dead. I just took off my shell this morning to go for a walk and forgot where I put it. He paused to let that sink in before adding, Anyway, nice to meet you! I’m… uh, Crab. Duh.