Wheeling Gull Isle Fallen from God Fallen from grace

That's okay! I'm happy you joined! Also... I NEVER KNEW SHE TOO HAD A SCAR ON HER RIGHT SIDE, SCAR BUDDIES!!

As he stood in silence, tall, relaxed, he felt himself become one with the environment. Listening to the waves as they crashed onto the shore, the gulls as they lowly squawked in the night here and there in the distance at their nests. With a slowed breath, he drew in every scent, the grass, the sand, the water. Even if he could not sleep, this would be a close second. He felt every breeze as it brushed passed him, every now and then he felt the cool kiss of the ocean spray against his face.

Then something changed in the environment. Ears twitching at the sound of footsteps along the beach. Nose eventually catching scent as well at it moved into the direction. It was her. The one who started all this. Like a predator in wait for their prey to come too close, he remained silent and still, listening to her footsteps and only spoke the moment she was right in front of him.

Quite the following you have gathered. It was the first time he had spoken within the group since they had met on that hunting day. His vocals felt odd as the words came slipping out for the first time in what felt like forever. Another first followed through as well, a smirk. Still with his eyes closed, unmoving, facing the ocean, he continued with a tease. Of males. What he noticed was that there was only one other female that followed the stary pelt woman. It was amusing.

Not many females for the picking.