Wheeling Gull Isle A fallen angel, in the dark Never thought you'd fall so far

The one who approached seemed to have a colouration that reminded Rose of the changing leaves in autumn - late autumn, where all the brightness was sucked away by the ageing season, a warm colour that draws in the sight. In response to the other dipping his head, Rose did the same, a small nod in response, empty in meaning other than to just mimic what was offered - he couldn't understand its meaning. 

Rosencrantz. he remained still in the water, as the waves lapped against his figure, washing away the tendrils of alabaster fur in a rhythmic pattern all around. Curious to see why this one would approach. He had yet to meet any of the potential packmates, and so, he was unsure of how to behave...