Wheeling Gull Isle Cordelia

Driftwood raised his long nose up to take another, somewhat apprehensive sampling of the wind, even as he wondered if the weather would soon turn into too terrible of a beast to contend with, one that would chase him away from his seashell-hunting. He blinked into the wind's occasionally cruel and toothy lashes and then shrugged to himself. If it was to be so, then there wasn't a whole lot he could do about it...except to collect as many shells as he could, as diligently as he could, before the wintry weather really set in. But that didn't mean he had to keep staring into it until his eyelashes froze and eyeballs watered with the cold. He faced his fuzzier rump toward the wicked breeze's brunt and angled himself a little more inland as his face dropped to let his eyes rove across the sands once more with renewed intensity. 

Possessively he scuffled the two smallish finds he'd already claimed today in closer to his other paw before reaching out to carefully scrape at the sand. Driftwood beamed and carefully reached out to snag the scalloped shell between his eyeteeth. But then his head jerked up in startlement as he was pulled from his shell-scanning reverie with a sudden flash of movement in the forest beyond. He grimaced nervously as the shell threatened to totter right out of his jaws, and took a moment to grip it more securely but still with overcautious delicacy before he let his attention be drawn to the trees once more. The horses didn't come to this more-thickly-treed area of the island, he didn't think, or else he might have been more nervous as he searched among the tall dark trunks with eyes, ears, and nose all on full alert. He relaxed into a grin and wagged his tail wide as he caught a better look at the creature just before the mercurial wind delivered her scent straight to him. He picked up his paw high and wide of his other two shells before he came trotting over, still carefully clutching the latest and largest of his scavenged finds. As he reached the dappled shade of the trees, he turned to the side a short distance in front of the youngster and gingerly put the brown scalloped shell down before saying brightly, Ah! Thresher, isn't it?! My, you're getting big! And out wandering the island alone, today?

 He grinned down at the pup as he blithely wagged his tail. It took a moment for him to think to add, Oh, right—I'm Driftwood. You may not remember me... you were much smaller last time I saw you, and when Seelie introduced you to us all!