Wheeling Gull Isle bridge to somewhere

Luke would have expected someone who affirmed they were fond of the sea to hail from a family of coastal wolves, but Muirgen's explanation went a bit further than that: she was from the sea. True to his nonchalant way, he listened with just the slightest raise of his brows in mild surprise as she talked of having been granted the ability to walk on land and swim in the deep reaches of the sea. He accepted this explanation as though it was not uncommon to hear of wolves that could change species, for though Luke himself had no religious or spiritual upbringing of any sort he was openly accepting of all the unique backgrounds and individuals out there. In fact, he rather liked the idea of being able to live in the ocean a seal for a while.

"That's awesome," he grinned, wagging his tail. "I only wish I could swim in the depths," he chuckled, though not at all in a mocking fashion. He was genuine. Luke could swim, and there was likely not another out there (except perhaps this seal-wolf) that could outlast or outmaneuver him in the water, but even he had the limitation of a small lung capacity relative to a sea-dwelling mammal. He could dive but could only wonder at the creatures who could travel down to great depths.