Wheeling Gull Isle Castaways and Cutouts

Ferahgo laughed heartily, but his laugh, like much of the rest of him, was gruff and salted. "That's the spirit, me bucko!" Roughly, he threw his shoulder against the other wolf, and then beckoning him with his brown tail, headed toward the plank connecting his ship to the mainland. The tide was rising, and soon it would be swallowed by the sea once more. No time to dally.