Wheeling Gull Isle don't be cautious, don't be kind

He had been strolling, killing time while also trying to get more familiar. The place was nice so far. Small, cozy, sheltered from the rest of the world. Rokig was not sure he could have asked for much more. This was the ideal place for someone like him. Or so he hoped it was going to be.

Silver eyes just barely caught sight of the dark masked female - who he was unaware was looking for him. His tail picked a friendly position lowly as it swayed ever so slightly. Jaws parted to let out a soft woof in her direction.