Wheeling Gull Isle how to call on old gods

a wild claim thread appears! ♥

Axolotl stirs from slumber just as the sun has even begun its ascension in the morning sky painting the horizon a myriad of pastel colors: pinks, blues, yellows, oranges, purples and blues. There a few clouds that drift lazily in the sky but he pays them little mind before checking to ensure that Atlan will not unleash yet another storm of unbridled fury upon them. The tide is high as the leviathan makes his way down to the beach but it is calm where it laps upon the sands. Atlan has spent Their ire but Axolotl also knows that Their temperament is as unpredictable and ever changing. He understands it because it is like his own. Set with purpose, though, as he has been there is little time for untamed mood swings. He is no medicinal shaman but he collects what he can at the instructions of those who know more than him in the medical trade, he fishes and collects clams, mussels, and crabs — and when fortune favors him he manages to bring a few seagulls to the recently made caches.

This morning he turns his attention to border marking. Though they have yet to gather and discuss their options this Isle is theirs and marking borders is the only way to ensure that they are no invasions of other wolves, curious wayfarers and alike ilk. They were brought together — a group of strangers and non-strangers alike — and it is only logical to lay claim to what has become their salvation in a bleak and at the time grim situation. He marks the land meld between beach and solid ground, pausing to lift his leg and urinate, move forward a few steps and paw at the ground utilizing the scent glands in his pawpaws. They have appointed no Alpha runs off of his own mental check list of things that must be done in order to accomplish and seize the incredibly rare gift they have all been given.