Wheeling Gull Isle salt sting

She had been intrigued by the sea but too frightened to come close until she had been on the Island for a while.  She was settling in the best she could, and so far it seemed as if nobody hated her.  Not yet, anyway.  In her heart she figured that it would come, inevitably, but for now she was safe.

As she traipsed along the windswept borders, the ocean spat out a ragged-looking wolf and she set upon the water immediately, allowing the stranger space (mostly because she was frightened,) as she chased the tide back to the ocean.  The water receded as it always did after coming ashore, but Reigi, of course, thought this was her own doing.  Yeah, and stay off my island!

Triumphant in chasing the water from its unsuspecting victim, she turned back to land with her tail sickled over her hindquarters and ears pushed forward — alert but not dominant — as she started to investigate the stranger.  She meandered close and if she was not met with a flurry of snapping teeth, she would stick her nose in the wet thickness of the stranger's pelt before unleashing a howl for her pack to come take a look.