Wheeling Gull Isle young blood, gotta pull the trigger

There were few greater upsets in her life than being seperated from the Sea. The storm had cost them—Akantha was noticably leaner, which was a feat for the normally burly she-wolf, and she knew the others were certainly feeling the effects of their prolonged ordeal as well. They could no longer afford to linger idly by and wait for an oppertunity to present itself. The Sea reared her to be the boldest and bravest, and to provide the others a veritable bastion of meat and fur against anything that would harm them. It was her single most important duty.

So today she struck out down the shoreline of Sea Lion Shore in search of the sandy spit that she'd spotted a few weeks prior during her conversation with Cathenna. A curious thing it'd been, but the waning hour hadn't given her the time she desired to explore the oppertunity further. But now the sun was barely peaking above the eastern horizon and the long fingers of night still stretched languidly from the base of the sheer cliffs, enveloping the sea (and Akantha herself) in a blanket of darkness. 

The tide was out when she reached the spit and she strode confidently out onto the reach. Crabs skuttled out of reach as she passed, but she paid them no mind. So single-minded was her mission that she hardly gave the gnawing pit of her stomach any heed. She trod on, ignoring the waves as they rolled up and over the bridge—the ice-cold water swirled around her ankles and she smiled at the deftness of her paws as they pressed into the sodden sand. This was where they belonged, with the embrace of the ocean around their legs, and the kiss of salt upon their pelt.

Akantha soon reached the Isle and clambered up the rocks. A few gulls shrieked out warnings as she passed, but she simply waved her tail at them dismissively. What could they do to her? She lived and breathed the Sea. They could only hope to scavenge the leavings she deposited on the shore whereas she could partake in the prizes that She offered her most beloved children. Her smile grew—a dense woodland opened up before her, the shadows reaching out to greet their long-lost daughter. 

She stood upon the threshold of Wheeling Gull Isle as a rare grin broke across her lips.