Coconut Grove you think you just fell out of a coconut tree?

The boy responded eagerly. He was young, optimistic. "He came from the mountains where our pack resides." He began, pausing momentarily. He wished to be clear in his explanation.

"He got into an argument with my maman, now he has left. I believe he may have come this way." He clicked his tongue, taking a moment to look down the beach. "He is well groomed, near your age. Violet eyes and a beige coat."

Should the stranger fail to tell him anything of use, he would continue down the coast. He would search for packs, find out if one may be the home of the boy.