Wheeling Gull Isle Time is precious (All Welcome, plz join)

Onyx heard a howl sound and echo through the island. She had lied in a hollow under an oak root, her regular den. The howl had woken her. The voice was unfamiliar. Perhaps new wolves had claimed the land. Was Majesty in trouble? No. She would hear more echoed barking. She had not felt anything that made her part of the pack except a new friendship with the two wolves she had met. They made the second and third wolves she had spoken to in her life. Silvermane and Majesty. They were probably hunting somewhere on the isle. Onyx had spoken to either since she got to the isle about a week ago. She got up and stretched. She would not follow the howl. It could be a wolf trying to trap her. She scurried to the shore. A small seagull lied on the beach. She let out a loud bark as she pounced and bit the gull. It went limp, and she was proud of another catch. She carried it to a clearing and began to eat the gull, not aware of the important meeting elsewhere.