Wheeling Gull Isle Cloud Watching

Elenor. He committed the name to memory. A gentle dip of his head was given in a show of mutual respect. She was new but he trusted the judgment of Undersea's ruling pair. If Elenor was deemed safe by them, then Rokig would place his trust in her until shown a reason not to.

Her words soaked up his interest. It had not been long since he had felt the same way. Thanks to a certain inky female though he had quickly found something to do. You can use those survival skills here. A fight for survival doesn't end simply because you have somewhere to rest your head. We all must survive together. He spoke with a small smile. They had to take care of one another to make sure everything kept functioning as it should. There just happens to be a few added bonuses now. Like more helpful bodies.

What kind of skills do you have? The Seawolf asked with genuine interest. Perhaps he could help steer her in the right direction, or at least offer an ear for her worries.