Wheeling Gull Isle there's no pride in sharing scars to prove it

More than anything, Ixchel was a creature of habit, and she had come to take on the unpredictable habits of the sea. She did not worship the water as her brother, but she loved it all the same, and enjoyed the rare moments that she could embody it -- moments like now. She was relaxing in the shade when a great crashing through the undergrowth had her on her feet in an instant. The islander watched a young she-wolf tear through the tropicwood like an unbidden fire, and Ixcel was roused by her speed and vibrancy.

Taking on the reckless grace of pursuing wave, the Corten bounded playfully after the other girl -- a lively cry on her lips as she beckoned to join in on her game.