Wheeling Gull Isle the last true mouthpiece

 

So far she hasn't seen much - at least not much that she could use. Most of the seaweed she could find on their shores too but she was hoping to collect something better. When she caught sight of another wolf she bristled a bit but tried not to be too hostile. She didn't know her name but she was fairly sure they were close with Coelacanth. "Hello." Hemlock offered quietly, giving a nod of her head to invite the other closer if she wanted to.