Wheeling Gull Isle in the water

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Can't win them all. He mumbled softly even if he really really wanted to win them all. His brows furrowed softly as a salmon hued tongue swept out to lick at the salty droplets on his muzzle. It was the taste of disappointment that laced his mouth.

When one came by, Rokig did not leap for it. His ears stood erect on his head as he watched Maegi. It was her turn to try and master the art. She looked more than ready for it too. A wide grin swept across his features as she popped up with her well earned prize. I knew you'd be able to! He spoke with a voice more excited - more lively - than he had in a long while. It felt good to know he wasn't the worst example out there.

Although he noticed that the ripples of the water had spooked another silvery figure out from its hiding spot. The silver-eyed male lunged into the waters, front end submerged as his jaws reached through the water. He finally felt successful as his jaws pierced flesh and he reared his soaked front end up.