Wheeling Gull Isle i'm growing and it hurts

The nights usually didn't bother her, but this particular evening, Maegi couldn't sleep. Restless, she climbed from her makeshift den in the brush, shaking herself off before taking a meandering path through the island forest. Her paws hit the sand softly, and she walked the edge of the trees for a while, skirting the beach. She was content to stay in the shadows until she saw a wolf-shaped form by the water, dark against the glittering waves.

Cocking her head, the girl trotted awardly towards it, a soft bark escaping her lips in greeting. The sand became suddenly hard, unchanging, under her paws as she drew closer to the waves. The water washed in, tickling her toes, and she watched as it receded. Then her eyes lifted to the figure.

It was a boy, about her age--was this Reed's brother?--playing in the surf. The sunlight gleamed off his pelt, an eye-catching mix of russet and gray, black and white. She was sure she'd never met him before, and any new face on the island, which was tinier even than Blackfeather Woods, drew her attention. Maegi wagged her tail, the ghost of a smile coming to her muzzle.

"What are you doing?" she asked. Not much of a hello, but she was curious.