Wheeling Gull Isle Every face along the boulevard

He was restless which seemed usual lately. Rokig busied himself with work and yet it still seemed he wasn't tired enough at the end of the day. So he weaved under the moonlight. His silver hues reflected the light with ease. Anyone watching would be able to spot him like he was the lighthouse of the Isle.

His swift (as swift as his stocky form could muster) movements disrupted the pools of water but he realized that some of them seemed to be rippling before he had even got to them. Was someone else out here?

Curiosity gripped him as he pushed on. Part of him hoped for it to be a familiar face. Maegi perhaps. He had been meaning to see her recently but found himself busy with bringing home strays. Or saving them here on the island. A shiver crept down his spine at the memory of Lainie in the water. He made another mental note to check on her too with hopes he wouldn't find her in the same situation again.

The Seawolf was drawn out of his thoughts at an outlined figure up ahead. One that seemed familiar and unfamiliar all at once. She was certainly apart of Undersea but he didn't think they had formally met before. His pace slowed considerably as he let out a soft chuff of greeting.