Wheeling Gull Isle can't touch it with your two hands, can't find it with your third eye

They were summoned once more – a game that Constantine was quickly growing tired of as the wolves of the island seemed to scrabble for purpose and leadership. They were a group of nomads who had come together, but they had not united – and aside from Aria, who, despite telling himself he would distance himself from, Constantine did not have any reason to truly be here.
 
And yet he was – and he even attended when the wolves were called together. His own pace was filled with purpose, and upon arrival, his fiery eyes swept over those who had come. He instantly plucked out Aria’s new beau – and the other wolf who had come to him on the beach side. There was a certain purpose to this gathering, and the wraith wondered if their time of ‘voting’ had finally arrived – for now, he would wait, and sweeping to his haunches in one fluid motion, the ebony wolf was disappointed to see the missing presence of @Ixchel – and as much as he hated to admit it, Aria as well.