Coconut Grove I got my head out the sunroof, I'm blastin' our favorite tunes

Lost.
As he gets closer, he takes note of how disoriented she seems to be; sunken eyed, frail. No position for a mother to be in. The child curls at her flank, and his lip turns to a frown.
You're safe, he puffs out a breath as he lowers his head, tail pressed against his heel. my name's Boone. I mean ya no harm. You're near the, uh, Hinterlands, but we're on the coast. There used to be a pack 'round here, just to the south of where we're standin'. Long gone now. and he meant that as a reassurance.
Circling slowly to take a better look at her, if she'd allow, his brows come to a furrow. You from these parts, miss?