Wheeling Gull Isle and what is it you say to them?

@Strand! I'm a little rusty with him so please excuse this starter. || April 14th

He knew the lands still despite the obvious changes that had occurred here. His stocky form brushed through obstacles as he attempted to make his way out to the tide pools in the evening light. It was there he would find himself a meal. Hopefully. His fishing was no doubt a rusty skill by now but perhaps it wouldn't be out of the question for him to catch something small.

Of course, he had not-so-smartly given himself very little useful time to work with. The clouds seemed to attempt to block out any sunlight left for the day. Illusions on the water would certainly be something he would have to consider from the casting of shadows.

He was not exactly making this easy on himself.