Wheeling Gull Isle Castaways and Cutouts

The wolf barely had the time to rise to his feet before recieving the captains contact, sending himself staggering to side. His body was still reeling from the shock of being washed ashore; his legs remained weak and clumsy like a babe fresh out of the womb. But, stagger aside, the wolf regained his composure and followed the beckoning captain across the land-bridge and to his claimed territory.

He would stay for a time.  However long it took to sort things out.