Wheeling Gull Isle sea fever

King wagged his tail as she approached, glad to see that she'd gotten over much of her skittishness, at least around him. He knew there were others around, but he'd yet to meet them, still not sure if there was a way to escape the land they'd seemed to claim as their own. He hardly knew how he'd gotten here - much less how to leave - and peace seemed best kept by avoiding the others while he worked out what he wanted to do.

The male was gratified, at first, when she seemed to ignore the food in favor of him. Briefly, he allowed himself to be swept up by the same joie de vivre as she, as the rain and the breeze really were rather nice. But soon enough he was back to being King, and turned to pat the ground with his paws in a gesture that was less play with me and more pay attention to me!

After all, they'd had quite enough of the weather, lately. What they hadn't had was fun.