Wheeling Gull Isle I pray for the wicked on the weekend

The sound of paws crossing the grains of sand caught her attention, and the pale Ahklut turned her head to catch sight of a young male crossing the distance between them. A small smile caused the upward quirk of her lips, nodding in greeting to the boy who clutched a shell betwixt his jaws - he approached with a greeting, and Faeryn responded with a greeting of her own. "Hey there!"

Before any more words could be shared, a soft boof sounded from not far off, a familiar sound to the ears of the gem, who eagerly peered around to spot the Aralez. Her smile grew, tail wagging slightly before opening her jaws to respond to the question and cerulean gaze momentarily drifting back to the burning sky. "I was just watching the sunrise. Would you both like to join me?"