Wheeling Gull Isle and brought to an end their earthly days

His single eye caught the movement outside. A darkened shadow of a wolf moving along the shore. His pale gaze followed it, wondering why it was moving outside at this ungodly hour in this thrashing storm.
He decided to follow and seek comfort in whoever passed by. Or perhaps it was the shadow of a wolf long taken by the sea where their soul still roamed the shores, leading others to a similar death. Or saving him.

Komal stood on shaking, stiff limbs and harried himself along, needing the company of someone else. He didn't care anymore that he'd be seen scared. After a few quick strides, he was half alongside the other, head down against the wind and spray. At least is was cooler than the hot sun.