Wheeling Gull Isle Final traces have now been swept

Rather quickly a figure strode forward from the depths of the island. It was a woman, a beautiful one who seemed to belong strikingly well as a leader of a sea-side pack with her sandy fur and seaglass eyes. Minori tore her eyes away, gaze catching on the wide hips and abdomen that pointed out pregnancy before the woman's scent did. Assuming a more polite posture she gave a dip of her head as an introduction was given and a name to call the place she stood upon. "My name is Minori, it's nice to meet you" she said politely and then went right into it  "I was wondering if there was need for another helping paw or perhaps just space for someone looking for a home?" she was embarrassed by the hopeful lift in her voice desperate for a safe place to get some rest and get back to health. She could feel the itch of the season beginning too despite thinking she'd missed it because of stress and poor health, she didn't want to be out alone when in heat when she wasn't sure she could fight a strong male off alone in this shape. It'd take at least a week of rest and food to be at full strength.