Coconut Grove Imperfect, I'm imperfect

He could hear movement off to the side of him.
Could it be a coyote? A lynx?
He inhaled the air deeply, testing it for traces of animal.
Too salty. He licked his nose and tried again, but then a voice called out.

"Minnow?!" His childhood friend, to which he was oblivious to the crush she had on him.
His tail wagged and he bounded over to her emerging form. She looked rather too fluffy for the heat that was emerging, which seemed scorching to him after the winter.

"I'm so glad I found you," he gushed, bowing before her, looking up. Hit butt wiggled with his tail, excitement bubbling in him.