Wheeling Gull Isle what would hope be without disappointment

What you doing? The question seemed to come out of nowhere and startled Ruvik into attention. Instantly pulling away from the pool, he sat straight up, head snapping to where the voice had come from. His gaze locked onto a well-muscled form making her way confidently towards him. He remembered her from the pack meeting, and recalled her name just as she spoke his.

"N-nothing," he stammered with a whine, lowering himself and backing away sheepishly as if he had been doing something wrong. "Ruvik only looking."