Wheeling Gull Isle bridge to somewhere

Luke watched with anticipation as she pulled the skin from her back, inviting him to touch so long as he was gentle. He stepped forward slowly, understanding the female was a bit uneasy and appreciating that she was willing to put that distrust aside for him to satiate his curiosity. Not wanting to crowd her and add to her uncertainty, he kept as much distance as he could while still being able to lean in so that his muzzle grazed the skin. It was soft, with a smoothness that was unlike any other, and Luke found himself brushing his cheek and forehead against it, reveling in its texture.

"It is soft!" he declared as he pulled back with a smile. "It's beautiful. It matches your coat, too," he winked. It was then that his gaze caught sight of the sandbar, exposed enough for a trek across. "The sandbar is up!" he said. "Come on, let's go see that island." He beckoned her with his tail and then loped toward the sandbar, hoping she would follow him across as he made his way to the island.