Wheeling Gull Isle ships crash, it's what they're meant to do

Having been raised in the depths of the Labyrinth where the youth would all be secret and safe, Thresher had become immensely adept at traversing through the wet, slippery tunnels, and had no issues whatsoever navigating in the dark, either. Sound carried incredibly well through the chasms, so she had learned to tiptoe as silently as possible, so as to travel unnoticed when she wanted to sneak around on her own. She enjoyed the cool air and the whisper of the wind that echoed through the caverns, and found the darkness comforting. Needless to say, when she heard the soft breath of a wolf quietly beckoning her parents from the entrance, she was intrigued and moved silently toward the entrance to the labyrinth. 

The face there was unfamiliar to her, so she hung back, peering shyly around a ridge as she eyed him up. There wasn't an unkindness to his features, but there was a sort of homeliness about his eyes and cheekbones; not that Thresher had a trained eye for beauty anyway. She wasn't much more than a new juvenile, and wasn't a terribly judgemental creature as her upbringing, so far, had more or less been flawless. In seeing no malice in his features, she peeked around a bit more, just so her muzzle and eyes could be seen, as well as her tufted ears, which were pricked in interest. Her tail wagged behind her, wriggling quickly between her hocks and she huffed a quiet, whispery hello to him.