Wheeling Gull Isle going in town with six rounds

Onward she led him, her words gently describing what laid ahead for them. He found the sandbridge quite an interesting thing, almost uneasy by the way water leapt to each side of it. The sand there was wet beneath his feet—he would soon learn that this very bridge itself disappeared from time to time, pulled beneath by tides only to be reborn again at another juncture.

Beyond that however, laid the shore of the island, littered with stones and driftwood.

In no matter of time it seemed, they set foot onto the isle and then onward and quietly, he took stock of what she offered him. Somewhere in those midst he learned her name and she his, and from there it was only a matter of wonder as to what the future would hold for them and the merry band of canines.