Coconut Grove just you and me, sitting by the orange trees

The corner of Bat's lip curled into a grin at Tristan's goofy words just before she mouthed, "'A nice deer and some poppy seeds'?" If she intended to say something about this out loud, she didn't get the chance before the sea breeze delivered an unpleasant stench to her nose. It wasn't strong, though it was fresh enough that she turned and spotted a wolf roaming the strand.

"I think someone just pooped in our paradise," the yearling quipped, surprised at the mild territorial stirrings she felt. Usually, she was all about meeting new people, so it was a strange feeling for her. Quelling it, she hopped down from the driftwood, shook some clinging sand from her coat and gave a soft bark.

"Hey there!" she called, casually stretching. "Don't mind the smell. My friend Tristan here is pretty gassy." It was funny to Bat because, more likely than not, the stranger was the one fully responsible for the stink.