Wheeling Gull Isle white noise

Sockeye paused when he noticed the yearling's discomfort, his ears flying back in apology and then forward once more as he noticed her funny leg. Huh, he thought, dropping the fish and pinning it down with a paw. "Sockeye," he replied. And then - oh, what was that word? "Tauhau."

The fish - his namesake, actually - flopped ineffectually beneath his paw. "I haven't been inland much, yet," he added, not quite sure what to say about what he was doing here. He ducked his head and took hold of the fish, still holding it with a paw so that he could bite it roughly in half. "Do you want to share?" he asked hopefully. He didn't need to eat a whole fish, and he hoped it would buy him a bit of company.