Wheeling Gull Isle Cordelia

As dawn broke, so did the hazy mist of fog, though it left behind a shimmer of frost that lingered on the grass that had already begun to turn yellowish. The leaves had changed, and were dropping softly, but hadn't yet all fallen at once. Thresher liked Fall, she decided, as she strolled out into the morning light, blinking softly to adjust her gaze to the light and push away the sleepiness that still held a pleasant, bleary half-smile on her lips. She didn't care for the cold, but it wasn't too bad by the time the sun came up all the way. It would melt the frost away, but the wind was something to contend with. Living out by the ocean's edge, the wind would have a cruel bite to it come winter- but that was something Thresher had yet to experience so for the moment, ignorance was bliss. 

She dipped down into a stretch, pulling her long, slender legs before her and arching her short back, raising narrow hips into the air. She yawned, curling her pink tongue against her bottom teeth, and rose, shaking her fur out to fluff it up and guard her from the cold. She was not the adventurous one of the pups, but as she began to progess toward her teenage years, she'd at least become a bit more comfortable exploring on her own. The words she spoke were still few, far between and often rarely above a whisper, but always in kindness. She wasn't the first to wake- in fact, she was the last to leave the comfort of the den, and no one was immediately visible in the area, but she was still comforted by the scents that hung on her pelt, and the fact that the place they lived was guarded by the ocean; an impressive and intimidating barricade with only one narrow passageway which was frequently guarded. Feeling comfortable on her own for the time being, she began to mosey along, investigating scents here and there, and stopping to sniff a fallen leaf eveyr now and again. The world was her oyster- and she was happy to take her time exploring it.