Wheeling Gull Isle bridge to somewhere

Once her appearance had been made known, the male seemed to start closing the distance between them. A part of her wanted to take of right then and there, but for some reason she did not. She stood where she'd stopped, curiosity clear as she looked to the male. With his form approaching, she was able to see the strange coloration of his nose and couldn't help but gawk at it slightly. Never had she seen a wolf with a blue nose, or any animal, for that matter. It was weird, but also sort of interesting. She wondered what had caused such a strange thing to happen, but had a feeling that not even the male knew. Still, she assured herself that she would ask him. Eventually, that is. For the time being, she was a bit too preoccupied with making sure he didn't try anything funny as the space between them grew smaller and smaller. How close does he have to be, she wondered. It seemed everyone of the Wilds liked being close to who they spoke with, which could be both a good and a bad thing for her, depending on the situation.

She had been prepared to smile and share her thoughts on visiting the island after the older wolf had answered, but her mouth clamped shut before she could and her eyes widened slightly. Though she had been working to take as little offense as she possibly could when it came to others questioning the ways of a selkie, she could hold her tongue no longer when he referred to her skin as a hide. "It is not just some hide!" she exclaimed, her tone making it quite obvious she'd taken offense to his words. Just as she'd done with Sebastian, she found herself overreacting over a simple thing. Not even the other girl she'd met who'd come from the sea had known of the selkies, so how could she honestly expect anyone else to? "It is my skin," she stated, a light, childish huff to her voice.