Coconut Grove bird song

Raindrop didn’t care for leaving too far from her new home in Moontide, but  things had been kinda slow, days that just feel like they floated by. She started out early in the morning, and by later that afternoon, she made her way to a grove of…. Tropical trees? She looked up at them, their palms waving in the gentle wind, but her attention wa swiftly drawn away by a sob. Her ears twisted to locate the sound, and her eyes followed: It was a wolf she saw, in dark smokey shades, standing near the edge of the surf. She slowly approached, stopping about 12 feet away from him, and calling out to him with a low, short howl: “Hello? Are you alright?” 

She stood her ground, her position neutral, not defensive nor fearful. Upon any closer look, she could notice the unmistakable color of dried blood upon his fur.