Wheeling Gull Isle Castaways and Cutouts

The answer he recieved may not have been the answer he was looking for, but it was an answer all the same.  "Well— I'll be damned, it is," he quipped smartly. A dry laugh blossomed from his gut and caused the wolf pain. He winced and it tapered off into a fit of sputtering coughs.

The wolf wasn't sure if he was heading somewhere, looking for something... or anything for that matter. His memory, it seemed, had been lost in the current. "Obviously, I'm taking a pleasant stroll to nowhere in particular. That is, unless you're offering something better." The wolf was sure of one thing, and it was the ache of hunger in his belly.