Coconut Grove Wash him deep where the tides are turning

As Tytonidae expressed her wish to go her own way, Grievous inclined his long nose slightly in silent oblige. He imagined she wanted time alone to reflect on the mysteries that had drawn her here, and he wouldn't trouble her further with his own diagnosed neediness. She wished him luck on his conquest, and he smirked, watching her go. He might've returned the sentiment if he knew anything about what she had wanted out of her life, but besides knowing her name, the raven she-wolf was still just as much a mystery to him as she'd been before the moment they had met.

He wagged his tail, waiting until she had gone from his sight before turning back and traveling from whence he'd come.