Wheeling Gull Isle the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking

Tagging for reference(s) and also to alert to everyone that she's a-howlin' for attention! :3

Ixchel had never been a religious wolf. It was part of the reason she'd left her homestead to begin with. But young, dutiful @Axolotl had never let her forget. She had expected him to forget with time, or otherwise stop praising Atlan, but he never had. And his older sister admired him for it, despite feeling largely detached from shamanism herself. She could see its worth, she supposed. Yet respect wasn't enough to make her worship. Not when she believed far more in her own senses, claws, and teeth.

And it was her senses that urged her to search for a better way to weather the storm. She was on the highest stretch of island jungle that she could see in the dowpour, and was as inland as she dared go without the Earthstalker. It was pure happenstance that she came upon a well-formed cavern. A large nook in the earth completely sheltered from the rain. Just from its position she could tell it was far better shelter than the makeshift camps she had attempted to craft the day since her own arrival. The broad den was appropriately angled to prevent flooding; shielded by rock and tall trees on all sides, and Ixchel was sure she had found a clear respite for herself and those around.

She tossed her head back and howled, over and over, trying to break through the crashing and the lightning with her voice. The message was intended for @Komodo, though inadvertently sent out a vaguely promising call to any others out there that might hear her (@Cattail @Adeline @Faeryn @Anatha @Constantine @Hemithea): Come! Come! There's a cave to weather the storm! I've found a cave to weather the storm! Come! Come!

Panting she stopped to listen for any return songs, and then— like an unfortunate afterthought— she made to check the cavern out. When she was standing half a wolfslength away from the waterfalling cavemouth, Ixchel froze, suddenly able to scent the shelter's only occupant (@Aria). Because the smell was distinctly wolf, she tried first a simple: hello?