he's hot, but smells like a wet dog

Ronan let out a withering sigh, he would have pinched the bridge of his nose if he had hands, but as a wolf his shoulders hunched slightly, angling pointy like a cat, the skin on his face creasing like a cantankerous old man. He looked down at his paws, noticing that the sand here was black too, staining his toes like he'd waded through an oil spill. He wondered if it would stick to his fur just as stubbornly.

It made sense how some plants grew here at least, maybe the black soil further inland, off the slanting beach had nutrients these tropical plants liked. Cause he was sure as shit he hadn't seen some of the stuff growing here anywhere else.

"The briars back on the mainland. Coral didn't help though."

The kid turned to dash away and he followed him a few paces, careful with his step, not sure he wanted to find out what critters lived between the tight crevices of the jagged rocks. He heard something scuttling, made his ears twitch as his lips twisted in a grimace.

"Thanks." He uttered dryly, swiping the broken stem closer. It was leaking some sort of sappy, translucent liquid. It smelled pleasant enough but he wasn't sure if he trusted the kids word. When he'd seen first paw a pup eat literal garbage and call it a feast. "Ronan. You sure you should be out here?"