Wheeling Gull Isle xiiii. but tonight's just beginning

Living on a mountain, Lokie had never been surrounded by so much water. It looked like it could just envelope and swallow him and he'd be lost forever. His usual carefree and happy attitude was put on the back burner as they crossed the land bridge. He eyed the water, jumping and pushing into Connor as the waves threatened him. He wanted to get across as quickly as possible, but he also didn't want to leave his friend's side. 

He took a steadying breath as they reached the island. Lokie turned and looked at the water as if it was still a threat, but he was safe. He retreated a few steps and took his usual place next to Connor, nodding in agreement that they could check out the place. Yeah, anything to get him further to the heart of the island and away from the seas. 

His eyes scanned over the other wolves. They mostly seemed reserved, though Connor looked pretty excited. In his look about, he caught sight of a wolf that wasn't part of their group. He faced the stranger, and while he would normally bound right up to him, Lokie held off this time. He did, however, bark in greeting to the male.