Wheeling Gull Isle Washed up

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Faeryn, since coming to terms with her current situation and whereabouts, had been subtly avoiding conversing with most others. Silence told more than enough, she believed. Her time on the island had not been considerably long, but she had been washed up at apparently the same time as many others. Fae would, undoubtedly, rather be back on the mainland, but she did not want to swim all the way back. No, that would probably be useless. Instead, she would have to settle here with the others until a way back was found. Or perhaps she would just stay here. After all, she did not have a home to go back to. Neverwinter was gone - though it had not been much of a home in the first place. The dove would have to make sure to assert her dominance over some of the others, for she would not settle for a low ranking. She'd had enough of being a low wolf, disregarded by many others. Heck, she'd rather be a lone wolf altogether than be at the bottom of a pack's rankings.

When she came across the man, drenched with salty water and calling out for help, she glanced around first before approaching cautiously. "Hello." She replied simply, padding closer until she was standing pretty much above him, peering down curiously. She sniffed at him, trying to gain what she could from his scent, but deemed it useless once all she got was salty water. The stretch of water that the man had come across had seemingly washed away any scent that might have remained on the dark wolf's coat. 

"Are you able to get up, or do you need help?" The blue wolfess asked, hoping to possibly gain an ally in this. After all, surely it could not hurt to have somebody to trust. To be able to talk to. Faeryn trusted nobody so far on the island. There were a few kind wolves that she had met, but none whom she considered friends.