Wheeling Gull Isle healing

There was no rhyme or reason that persuaded the girl to venture toward this wayward island. Merely the notion that she had neve been on an island provoked the impulsive action to swimming he distance. Roughly shaking the salty water from her pelt, Padma could feel the coarseness that clung to her fur, the sand and salt drying against her reddish fur.

Feeling the need to wash herself off, Padma wandered around looking for fresh water. The small forest taking up the majority of the island seemed like a good place to start. These trees had to be growing somehow. Amber eyes caught the sun glistening off the pool of water, approaching softly, she missed the other woman lounging in the shade.