Wheeling Gull Isle dragon's breath

her travels turned to the many isles, but especially coastal lines. ruò travelled throughout, avoiding the cliffs, not wanting to watch the waves. if she had to watch, the siren could do that up close rather then afar from the tops. feel everything between her paws, and let the air intake through her blackened nose, and take the saltened airs within.

a larger island, her dimmed blue eyes stopped at the entrance, she was curious of this large island, but ruò wasn't a fool. she knew the smell of the mark, for all had to do it at one point, but yet so faint, like the herd of one. the siren continued to look in, a cold face waiting, and watching.