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

A voice cut through the sound of waves and birds. Sharp and questioning. His head turned to catch a look at the stranger. The one who so boldly said this was their place.

I used to live here. He answered easily and honestly. I thought it was completely abandoned though. Undersea seems to be no more. It was an observation he didn’t linger further on. For the time being, he didn’t want to know what had become of the former pack. If it was tragedy he knew his heart was not prepared to hear about it. He would attempt to keep his head less frazzled for as long as possible.

Do you fish? He asked as he looked back towards her once more, silver gaze lingering respectfully. Perhaps he could make some sort of acquaintance with the one who supposedly claimed this island now.