Wheeling Gull Isle come out to the coast

The signs that the storm had been on its way had shown up long ago. The winter season brought with it a rash of ill tempered winds, the very same ones which had tosed the waves over the landbridge while Thresher had been on it and had knocked her out, stranding her on the mainland for some time. She had since returned, welcomed so warmly by her family and friends, but still wondered about how very large the mainland was; how far did it really go? She'd seen no end to it, though she'd half expected it to be an island, just like Wheeling Gull Isle. She yearned to see more of it- but not at this time of year. Definitely not at this time of year. 

She, not unlike the others, sought the shelter of the great blue spruce, knowing that it would hold fast when others fell around it. Its majesty made her feel awe-struck every time she saw it, knowing it- no, feeling that it too was a living thing. It had to have a spirit, just like she did- and just as whales did too. Seeing Driftwood there, she pressed herself against him in a quiet greeting before she moved toward her mother, concern in her dark brown eyes. She could sense that there was pain in her mother's heart, that there was fear she felt when she thought of those who were over on the mainland. Guilt lingered about Thresher still- knowing that others had gone across looking for her. Still, like her mother, she silently wished that they would be well- that they too would shelter the storm, and return home as she had.