He sat in a dune of the desert’s sand. The island consisted of the wild things, the island that had a desert, forest, and the sea. You (another beast) decided to go check on Carol after he stormed off after having an argument with K.W. over whatever.

And although Carol was a rough, reckless, and destructive beast you still felt empathy for the poor guy. So being the first to comfort him would be a great start.

He sits sulking with a grimace still on the dunes under the hot sun.