Wheeling Gull Isle i'm merely contemplating what you feel inside

aditya dipped his muzzle to the man who'd emerged, giving a brief recap of all introductions thus far. he recognized him from the hunter's moon, but hadn't caught his name--just knew he was one of the island wolves.

all that settled, with everyone happy and vibrant, they set off on a tour 'round the island. aditya gave the cousins their space, letting them be close for the time they'd spend on the island. he hung back, watching coelacanth with eyes like stars, filled with wonderment.

"she is pretty," he murmured in answer to sorrel, though he didn't think the girl would hear him, what with all the commotion.

the isle stretched out before them; what had looked so small from the shore was instead a relatively vast paradise, a garden of delights. aditya padded forward, eager to explore more of the place he'd once washed up upon, so long ago it felt like a dream.