Wheeling Gull Isle ink stains on the counter, out there

It was with the scent brought along by the wind that made Faeryn turn, blue eyes gleaming as she sought out the stranger. She observed for a moment as the elegant creature paused. She was draped in white, icy like the bitter tinges of winter, and it brought about the most odd kind of curiousity. Cold, she seemed, and yet from a distance the blue wolfess could not distinguish her demeanor simply with a glance. So with a chuff, that of greeting, the woman sat up from where she lay upon the sand, ears perking forward to catch any response that might be made. 

"Hello. What brings you to the island? I have not seen you here before." Grey tail began to rise slightly, asserting her dominance from the get go, though not with aggressiveness. Her words were neither inviting nor disdainful, rather a mixture of the two. She held about her her own air of elegance, and one of mystery, though the words she spoke could be nothing further from - for mysterious they were not. Only simple, cool, and with a hint of questioning, for Faeryn did not know this stranger on the coast, nor had she seen her at any meetings previously. It was with that very knowledge that she assumed it was a newcomer.