Wheeling Gull Isle i count the final seconds

*maude continues to pester Kjalarr*

Though placed firmly in the embrace of the Saltwinter crew, Maude couldn't resist one last excursion to the ship before finally settling in. She hadn't been on the ship for long, but she knew that there were goodies to be had. If someone hadn't claimed them yet. Ah well, it was really just an excuse to find anything that smelled of Ferahgo.

Maude had arrived on the shores a few moments before Kjalarr, her pelt still dark from the heavy saltwater as she climbed up the sandy slopes towards in the center of the island. She looked around, her nose pointed in the air as she searched for any sign of lupine or coyote scavengers. Her ear cocked back towards the sound of a shaking pelt, and she turned, seeing a familiar sight. A wild smile crossed her face and she ran to the edge of the slope, calling out to him. Ahoy there, daddy's boy!