Wheeling Gull Isle Hurtin' for a smile

Someone was nearby, a very pissed, very heartbroken Steelhead. Not even a month had gone by here and his brother had barely spoken with him, before suddenly deciding to come and tell him he had a girl and was going after her. Of course Steelhead understood the draw of a pretty face but he'd always been a bros before hoes type of man. Apparently his brother was hoes before bros now, maybe Sockeye had decided he liked being alone instead with his brother while they were seperated. Either way, Steelhead was hurt and alone and stuck with a promise of loyalty to this little Ocean Island pack filled with an assortment of oddballs. 

When the howl went up he looked up and stood, deciding to go see what newcomer was trying to join. He walked quickly and spotted a nice sight, though she did look rather drowned. A teeny white furred lady whose fur was plastered to her small body. "Ey, you alright miss?" he called out, eyes slightly filled with concern.