Wheeling Gull Isle in the water

She divided her time between the forest and the beach, the old and the new. She was both fascinated by the sand but sometimes it grew to be too much; that was when she sought the shelter of the trees, the darkness within. Today, her awkward gait brought her onto the beach, weaving around the various rocks and shells strewn about. A pincher scuttled her way and she dodged it adroitly, smiling.

The little creatures reminded her of Rokig, and it was with a flutter in her heart that she noticed the guy at the edge of the water, looking intently down. She approached quietly, not wanting to disturb him or whatever he was doing, but made her presence known with a muffled bark.

Like a pale shadow, she sidled up beside him on his left, so that the undamaged side of her face was closest to him, gazing at the rippling waves. Her Melonii indigo eye gave him a sidelong glance, her mouth lifting in a half-smile. "What's up?" she asked, flicking one ear in curiosity.