Wheeling Gull Isle v.a.t.s or die

had to snag this because of the title! forgive any weird typos... this is 110% from my phone!

Loud was certainly how Roach would have put things. He couldn't help but ahy away from it initially, curious of how things would work out between himself and his newfound comrades. He was certain there has been a share of unions made and scuffles to bloom, but all of them also seemed to adhere to the rule of their Captain.

He wasn't sure how he was going to fit in when it came to the long run of things; he thought himself something scholarly, not at all prone to the way they slurred through their words and guttural calls. But he couldn't stay out of the limelight forever either, and thus the coywolf had set off to wander and wave with the tracks of another.

Another, who even from a distance he could tell bore marks of a battle waged somewhere, and if he had to bet he had at least won his life. The gulls overhead reined in the coywolf, though he made his presence noted early. "Ahoy!" he called, though saying such made him feel silly, inferior somehow. "Want a partner to catch some of these birds?"