Wheeling Gull Isle resist

@Coelacanth <3

Sif emerged from the surf, shaking sparkling sands and glistening water droplets from her pelt. There was a smattering of frost on the reedy grasses further up the beach, glowing in the light of the waning crescent moon. The whole place felt eerie and strange - like something out of a fairytale that Sif wasn't meant to be in. But the strange, familiar scent was even stronger upon the island, and Sif picked her way from the surf up a hill of gritty sand.

"Home?" she called out in a querying howl, uncomfortable with the number of other scents upon the island. Who lived here? Were they friendly?