Wheeling Gull Isle La respuesta a tu pregunta es no

hope you don't mind sense it's labeled as AW.

He had stayed on the isle, doing whatever he could to help @Strand (assuming she asked anything of him) and secure him a place without trouble on the island. It still soothed him to be back on it. The sound of the waves beckoned him forth from the heart of the island. Perhaps it had been for good reason too. There, on the edge of their island, stood a stranger. Reddish and peppered.

It was without concern that he moved towards her. While his posture was not aggressively, he was not openly welcoming of their presence. Wary perhaps. Who are you? He called out in a rather monotonous way.