Wheeling Gull Isle bridge to somewhere

Luke had been co captivated first by the island and second by her exotic skin that he had completely forgotten to introduce himself. The blue-nosed wolf was usually quick to offer up his name, usually after showing off his less visible blue points, but this time it was his companion that introduced herself first. "Oh where are my manners?" he chuckled. "I'm Luke." He smiled at her, and then started to glance around the island as the strolled.

"You know," he began, "If this place was surrounded by fresh water, I think it would be my dream home." Luke was such a water lover that having water on all sides of his home would suit him in an almost impossibly perfect way. Unfortunately, although salt water was fun to play in from time to time, it was not potable and the fish were often too deep or too far offshore for him to catch. Crabs and other shore lunches were not bad substitutes, but nothing could take the place of a meal of trout or salmon.