Wheeling Gull Isle Roll out the drums of war

He felt like the salt water had clung to him when they had first hit the shoreline. There hadn't been enough shaking to loosen it all in Mordecai's head, so he didn't fathom the swim back they would be making in time. But they were there now, standing literally at the front door to the pack that Majesty had founded on an island. He didn't recall the name of the place, but it was larger than he had anticipated. There was little time to look it over though, as he tore his eyes from the silhouetted grounds ahead of him to Jinx and the others.

Catching her grin, he gave her one of his own before letting it bounce to the others. They had all made it across the small channel, and now they were standing at the forefront of what would be quite a gatecrashing party. While there were a couple of faces that he did no recognize in their group, Mordecai made note of them all the same; if things got thorny, he knew to help them out just as much as the rest of their merry band. And then they were off, crossing the damp, loose sands with a fervor not unlike a pilgrimage to a holy site.