Wheeling Gull Isle i'll be unwinding down by the island

After her time spent with Taltos, she didnn’t manage to get too far in her destination.  Instead, once the male had left, watched the river in a similar fashion as he had when he’d caught the trout.  Tuulikki never attempts, and even treaded along the banks to find spots that might be more suitable.  Finding her own method of learning would be the key.  She’d talked herself through and through when learning to catch a rabbit based on her instincts rather than words, and she’d tried a few different ways and found a few different failures before she’d gotten the hang of it.

There are more shallow areas to the west, dips where water leaves off and sometimes fish get stuck in places like that.  Tuulikki didn’t stay to look for long when, with low tide, a sandbar became evident. 

The sandbar hadn’t been there the last time she’d come by and she previously considered ignoring it, or at least waiting to see what happened, but curiosity gripped her and sent her down the unsteady sand.

Now, as waves wash back and forth over it, erasing what marks might have been there before.  Looking back, her own begin to disappear the more she walks.   A sinking feeling shows up in her gut and she licks her lips, tasting nothing but damp salt, and Tuulikki chooses to ignore it to find out what she can.

Getting to the island proves to be problematic when she gets off the sandbar, through dips of tame water, and over the shore to grassier areas.  There is scent of another, fresh from what she can tell with the wind and salt water potent in the area.  There isn’t much she can decipher by clouded scent so the female leans her head back and howls with the thunderstorm brewing.