Wheeling Gull Isle bridge to somewhere

The young selkie kept a watchful gaze on the male as he drew closer to feel her skin. Though she knew she should be more serious, as it was a big deal for a seal to allow a stranger so close to their skin, she found herself unable to be. A small smile made it's way onto her face when she saw him rub his cheek and forehead against it, but it probably looked funny, or possibly even went unnoticed. Still, in her mind, the gesture was there, and she was actually kind of glad she allowed him to feel her skin, especially when he mentioned how it was soft. Had fur not covered her face, surely a blush would have been noticeable. Muirgen took pride in her skin, and always loved when others complimented it. If she'd still been a bit upset over his earlier offense, such negative feelings were now long gone. In their place were positive thoughts and emotions, and the realization that not everyone wasn't worth trusting. The blue-nosed male made it clear to her that someone could show an interest in her skin without harboring the intentions to steal it, which may or may not have been a good thing for her to learn.

“Thank you,” she murmured around the seal pelt, partially because she was slightly embarrassed to receive such a compliment, and from an older wolf no less! She thought about returning the skin to her back, but decided against it when he pointed out the increased visibility of the sandbar. Her tail wagged to show her enthusiasm as she followed after the man, eager to see what the island had to offer. Her old home had been on an island, and was very nice and peaceful. She hoped the same could be said of the one she found herself currently heading towards, too. As they made their way towards the island, however, she remembered that she'd yet to introduce herself. It seemed she'd started to forget to do that more often than not as of late, and made a mental note to work on that. “I am Muirgen Selchidh,” she informed him. “What is your name?”