Wheeling Gull Isle xiiii. but tonight's just beginning

Ocean cornered them onto an island. Salty seawater filling the air, his nostrils as he took in a heavy breath. He had continued to follow the woman with the stars in her pelt - there was no turning back now. He was here after all. He had spent all this time traveling with them. Perhaps this would give him purpose as opposed to wandering the unclaimed lands alone. Something more to life than to sit around waiting for something to happen.

As she turned to ask the group what they thought, Rose sat quietly in the back, once again. He had no opinion. One place was better than none. He had no preference. Although if he were to say anything, anything at all on the matter - he would admit he had grown to enjoy the salty air. 

Quietly he sat for everyone to give their two-cents. He was in no hurry to run off and claim any kind of den or to explore. He had plenty of time for that; as for a den, he probably would wind up taking the last one available after everyone else had taken their pick.