Wheeling Gull Isle crawl out of your cave

@Rokig maybe?

He'd done an excellent job of undoing much of Strand's work the other day, and was now tending to the freshly torn-open wounds to his hocks and hindquarters. There were a vast array of plants native to the isle he had never seen before, but Firefly was diligent in his hunt, and came away from a weather beaten copse of scraggy trees with some fresh greenery between his teeth. He was on the hunt for some place shaded from the spring sun now. The man moved at a hobble, his face set with grim determination and barely flinching despite the stinging pain of each step. As he came upon a band of large stones lining some dead, cropped grass and gravel, he slouched against it with a sigh.