Wheeling Gull Isle awake my soul

He wasn't sure why he had come back. The Teekon was his birthplace, where perhaps his family still hung around, but he felt misplaced without them by his side. Even more did his heart ache with the knowledge he had given up a life of luxury, a life with Agnar and their children - even though females had to carry them. There was no place for him there anymore when Agnar dumped him, so Tryp... formerly known as Vassago Lanius Rochester, went into exile. Every time he turned his back he hoped Agnar would be following him like his shadow.

Tryp had never lived near the coast, but now that he was actually near enough to smell the salt of the waves and feel the damp sand under his paws he couldn't deny its beauty. Even more remarkable was the bridge of sand leading into the sea, a path he wished to follow. He made his way toward the island, docked tail stiff and pointy as always when he was trotting along, minding his own business.