Wheeling Gull Isle Sirens call

*works on Ceallach's ambassador stuffs* <3 don't mind me!

Leader he definitely was not but still, Ceallach was drawn to the sound of the stranger's call. What he didn't expect was the way people would find them - those that washed up he'd understand, caught on a current, but the ones that chose to come to the isle it was different. Eventually Ceallach knew that the sand would be swallowed up by water again, the tide taking away the only method they'd had for freely getting onto and off the land. While he appreciated the fact that his younger siblings would be safe enough so long as they avoided the shore it still left Ceallach feeling almost...unsettled. He didn't want to explore much, choosing to stay towards the area around Hemlock's densite. 

He still turned away, a shift in his posture announcing that he had a status there - he was one of the sea wolves now, no longer the prince of the strath. He missed his home but he understood why his father and Hemlock had wanted to go. It wasn't the same with Lotte's voice, her boisterous songs and fables to guide them and ground them. As the male approached and neared the stranger his dusky eyes narrowed for a moment as he studied the stranger. He was now as tall as his father, his body starting to bulk with muscle. He'd never have the strength of Roarke, nor the physique of Mallaidh, but he was starting to resemble more adult than child. "Before long you'll lose the chance to make it safely for the mainland." He said evenly, equal parts warning and still the unsaid question remained. There was a purpose for the visit, the call had dictated enough even if Ceallach was the first to find the stranger.