Wheeling Gull Isle we are the stars

He heard his name, a familiar voice and yet not at all a familiar tone. He had not seen Ruo in some time, had seen far more of her beyond the island then he has here thus far. As he drew near a flow of her scent would explain exactly why.

No longer interested on what lie atop the rock he instead investigated what was below. It was she, hauled up in her hollow, a dark and comfortable den snug under the rocky formation which she had made all her own. Inside the hole her scent was held captive, it hit his senses hard, making him quiver. Otter..? He breaths, a hesitant whisper edged with concern. His head creeps in and he could see those pale cloudy blue eyes looking up at him. Ruo... He holds the same urgency, though for him this tone is not new. His time around the exotic, mysteriously quiet wolf had drawn him ever closer to her like a sailor to a siren. He had desired her for some time now and tonight maybe, just maybe, the wait would bring him treasures far greater then gems and gold.