Wheeling Gull Isle bridge to somewhere

No problem!

Luke grinned at his companion and bobbed his head in agreement. She was right: the sea was fine the way it was. The blue-nosed wolf did not mean to suggest taking the ocean away, rather that he would love to live on an island set in a great lake where he could fish and swim to his heart's content. The sea could be swam in for sure, but the salt clung to the fur after and he did not enjoy the taste when it inevitably washed across his tongue, and after a while it stung his eyes. Fishing was also harder.

"You misunderstand me, dear," he smiled warmly as the pair walked along. "I meant that an island in a lake or big river would be more to my tastes. I would not wish the ocean away. It has its own appeal but I cannot deny that my heart lies inland." Luke cast his gaze to Muirgen. "You're quite fond of the sea aren't you?" he asked. She smelled strongly of the sea and so did her skin, and she was certainly quick to defend the sea's beauty when she thought Luke might want to replace it.