Wheeling Gull Isle roamer

AW! Keeping certain things like leadership vague because not sure how that thread will turn out yet.

There was no purpose to his pace, spare the stop he would make every so often to reiterate the borders that the island wolves now called their own. His fiery eyes would skim out to the water surfaces every so often, his thoughts troubled, though the storm that waged on in his heart and mind did not settle upon his features. Hardened to this life fully, the wraith moved with cultivated prowess, and as he considered the potential of walking across the sandbar when it appeared with the changing tides, he quickly dismissed the idea, for now.

As much as he avoided Aria now, he was not quite willing to leave her just yet — despite his placed role as onlooker to her, rather than the wolf who had stood by her side time and again. She had forgotten it all — the sting of it had stolen his breath initially, but now he could only accept this adjustment with a salted smile that realized this was the way of life. Everything had been taken from him now, and with nothing to lose, the Mayfair needed to determine exactly what his next actions would be.

And who he would become.