Wheeling Gull Isle awake my soul

The giant only had a keen eye when hunting, so the figure upon the rock went unnoticed at first. Instead, Tryp's gaze was fixed upon the sky where some birds fluttered upon the soft Spring breeze that was much colder here compared to in-land. His tawny and ginger fur followed the bird's movement as the same wind played with it, the long strands attached to his elbows especially tangled.

The giant halted in surprise, body squishing together like an accordion. Oh - sorry! his buttery voice called out. Just wanted to check out that cool-looking island thing - is it occupied? He put on his most polite smile, left paw curling over his right leg as always when he was nervous. He hadn't met a stranger in so long, and this one seemed especially strange.