Wheeling Gull Isle you should know i'm no ones shore, no ones ocean

His first few days on the island were spent exploring the beaches and then finding his way inland, where the earth cut up toward the sky and formed an impressive bowl. Being an inland wolf at heart, he'd stuck to the forest since entering it, though he broke away one afternoon to range across the vast prairie stretching back down toward the sea. He didn't make it as far as the colossal tree before turning back because he was thirsty, but made a mental note to check it out another time.

He sated his thirst in a puddle near where the Skybowl's forests met the plains proper, then headed back into the cover of the trees. The air was cool today and the wind was unkind, but he took scant notice of it through his thick winter pelt. It chilled his ears at most, hindering him none. He hadn't come across a soul all day, so when he first noticed Currituck, he thought she was just a trick of the light and shadow in the trees and nearly passed her by. But then she shivered and his ears perked.

Hey there! he called, smiling warmly and not bothering to hide the delight in his eyes at the sight of someone new.