Wheeling Gull Isle Can't keep away forever

Lokie hadn't been his usual social self since arriving to the island. It was weird for him to be cooped up on what he considered a tiny piece of land when compared to the large mountains he was accustomed to. And those mountains never held him hostage like the island did. He eyed the sandbar, which was now under water. If he wanted to get back to the mainland, he'd have to swim. While Lokie considered himself a swimmer enough to stay alive, he didn't know what was in those waters, and the waves made it a whole new kind of dangerous. He didn't really want to go back, he just wanted the option. 

Lokie sat back on his haunches, his ears folded back on his head in dismay, staring the sandbar down, as if pure will would bring it back. Maybe he should seek out Connor. His friend always knew what to do in these cases. Lokie stood and then turned and headed off into the forest. It didn't take him long when he heard the rustling of the trees, and the breeze brought Connor's scent right to him. Connor! Lokie shouted, trying to get his friend's attention. 

When the pair finally came together, Lokie was visibly upset. I don't like being trapped on the island, he confessed. Maybe Connor could find a way to free them!