Wheeling Gull Isle ink stains on the counter, out there

Someone she's not yet met maybe? AW! <3
(also, post #100 for Fae, yay! :P

On the hour she first rose from the den, when beams of light first shone upon the island and the sky was still a blue smudge with a streak of amber, Faeryn was up on her paws. She wasted no time this morning, busying herself with a simple border patrol. It was the same most days - she had little else to do, and besides, she rather enjoyed the task. It could be tiring, yes, but she liked getting a better feel for this island, the island of which she planned to live out her life. 

By the time she'd finally tired herself out, the wolfess had come across the spot she often liked to sit at. It was beside the edge of the water, where the small waves tumbled in and then washed out again. The sand here was soft against her grey paws, and with a small curve of her lips, the blue dove took her usual space, lowering herself onto her haunches as she looked out across the sea. There was certainly a lot of it, until it met the sky - a blue line across the horizon. How much was really out there? She often pondered the thought. It was a frequent occurance as she sat amongst the sand and few pebbles that lay out around her. It was here she felt most at peace - with herself and those around her. With the rest of the world.

Perhaps she could stay here for a while, now that her patrol was pretty much over. Just for a while.