Coconut Grove for you, it's been so long

The stranger came closer; with it came the scent. Although he could not place a name to it, and barely a face, there was a clear relaxation taking place across Screech's body that even the traveller could feel. Something about this stranger told him, do not be afraid, and so he was not. But they were still a stranger and his perception still did not permit him to understand the words falling from their lips — a pity, as he was desperately in need of food and water.

The boy hinged Screech's mouth, resembling a fish out of water more than a wolf, but could not make a voice come forth. He didn't have the skill anymore — it was one more thing stripped from him, lost to the dreamscape. Maybe one day he would get it back (perhaps for good behavior?) but as things sat now, he was weak, sad, mute, and pathetic.

He wanted to beg for help — but the most he could do was lurch to Screech's feet, only to have the limbs tremble and the weakened husk of a body crunch against the sand again, unable to do much else. He was, ironically, on his last legs.