Wheeling Gull Isle when we're young we set our hearts upon some beautiful idea

He was content to follow her away from the den that housed the children. "Where are we going?" The question was asked in soft tones as he upped his pace a bit to get to her side so he wouldn't have to talk too loud. Rokig had been fine with staying silent on the trip here but the curiosity nipped at his brain when she kept leading him.

Carefully, he glanced over his shoulder wondering if anyone else was nearby. The place by no means was deserted - he could tell in the scents - but so far he had not seen anyone else other than his lean tour guide.