Wheeling Gull Isle xiiii. but tonight's just beginning

Condatis hadn't noticed the strange male until they set off and Rhælla turned in his direction. Unintentionally but almost instinctively aware of what he was doing, he inched closer to Rhælla until he stood about a foot from her flank  with a stern look and at ease stance stating he wasnt posturing or showing possession but that he was there in case things went south. "Do you know how it is in terms of storms and prey?" safety was his biggest concern, seconded only by food sources. Obviously they would have fish aplenty and probably seabirds with it but what of other things with less of a...sea taste? And what of herbs? He didn't know anything other than the sheer basics to patch up a wound to stop bleeding.