Blackbeak Bluff Weigh hey, roll and go!

Norsamu abruptly came strutting up to him just as fearlessly as she had approached the cliff's sheer edges. Driftwood leaned instinctively back a little in uncertainty, unused to such boldness from strangers not on their own pack's turf, but his smile though small stayed indelibly stamped upon his face and his tail waved widely... her enthusiasm and good cheer was somewhat contagious. Ahoy, there...? he offered back somewhat tentatively. His ears perked up straighter and his expression grew brighter and more confident as she gave him an opening to expound about his most favoritest pack ever (okay, well, the only pack he could really recall, to be fair, but hey that still made it the best of the lot right?).

Undersea is the pack of wolves that have claimed Wheeling Gull Isle! It's right across that land bridge over there. His grin and tail both drew themselves in irrepressibly broader strokes. Coelacanth and Stockholm lead it, but they were kind enough to let me in, and many others too. ...It would be cool if it was actually underwater, he admitted, though he also wasn't certain how one would breathe in that case admittedly, but no, it's all aboveground...some of it very high aboveground, like the lake caldera of the Skybowl! You get a pretty great view of the waves from up there, but still only the tops of them. The idea of living underwater kind of caught his fancy regardless...until he remembered with a suppressed shudder that that would mean being even closer of neighbors with the pinchy little crabs that hid in the sands. Ew, okay, maybe not such a great idea after all.

Driftwood gave a halfhearted, noncommittal shrug at the notion of himself as a newbie. He liked to think of himself as an oldbie, and hadn't he ascended through the ranks a little ways by now after all? but then again maybe Norsamu meant to say he was a newbie when it came to this area, which certainly was the case. His ears twitched a little uncertainly at her enthusiastic endorsement of roaming so far and wide...Driftwood wasn't really sure how far he really wanted to go from his beloved home island in any case. Is there a lot that's good to see, further inland? Maybe this wolf, being apparently far more worldly, had a good idea of the highlight tourist spots to hit. Or maybe she'd seen all the best and the worst of it already, and Driftwood could dutifully gather up this intel by benefit of her experience without having to slog through it all himself. He shifted his feet again with conflicted ambivalence, and bought himself a little more time to think with a polite little outstretching sniff of the nearest side Norsamu proffered of herself, a body colored nearly as black-and-white bold as her own bumptious personality.