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

Strand was patrolling around the island, something she had taken to doing once her shoulder had healed enough to allow her to walk semi-normally. In the fading light, she strained her eyes, searching the beach for anything—or anyone—that didn’t belong. She didn’t expect to find anyone. This island didn’t seem very popular. She wandered along, ignoring the ache in her shoulder from probably too much exercise too soon after her injury. Soon, she came to the tide pools—and saw an unknown male wolf walking among them. The fur on the back of her neck rose. Without realizing why, she was incredibly leery of this male, simply for the fact that he was a male. It had been a male who had attacked her—yet… With a sigh, she forced herself to relax. It had also been a male who had rescued her. No, she wouldn’t automatically assume the worst in this man. Still… he was trespassing on what she believed to be her island, and he would have to be dealt with.

“Oi!” she called, marching closer to him. “Those are my tide pools. Actually, this is my island. So what are you doing on it?”