Wheeling Gull Isle xiiii. but tonight's just beginning

Don't mind him... He's just watching a bit from afar.

Freedom on his paws had felt good, but overwhelming. Akavir had slipped away from the creek, not truly bothering with a goodbye as he maintained no true relationships there. Talos remained there, and he considered offering his sister a goodbye—but he knew it was unlikely with her dismay for her family, his presence was not likely to be missed a great deal. Perhaps, after some time and space, the yearling would make his way back to check on her. Perhaps then they could begin to bridge the gap that had come between them all.

He had traveled past the mountains and the valleys—forests, rivers and seemingly never ending skies had been his guide. It was a scent unlike any that had drawn him to the ocean, and his dark paws had traversed a bridge across the salted waters, never before having seen such a massively impressive body of water until now.

He had lost track of time as he loped along the shorelines—the bridge had gone, and now returned, as the the sun began to fade and night descended. The rugged wolf crept forward, contemplating his passage back across the wilds when a group of others caught his attention.

Pausing abruptly, Akavir felt his hackles bristle in uncertainty, his bright eyes squaring over the individuals of the gathering with careful consideration. He hadn’t come across anyone since his dispersal, and he wasn’t sure if he had just been caught trespassing or not.