Wheeling Gull Isle ultramarine

He barely looked over his shoulder at the croak that called to him. Rokig acknowledged her presence with a gentle dip of his head and small thump of his tail. Time spent in the presence of the masked female had taught him that perhaps words weren't too important here compared to most places.

Although this gal seemed more chatty than the other's he had met.

"Just the creatures here. It's interesting to see how they all live together." His silver eyes glancing at her briefly again. She too had a unique appearance. He suddenly felt a bit...drab compared to the creatures he had met on the Isle so far. An insecurity bubbled up in his chest that he was forced to shove down for later.