Wheeling Gull Isle with gunmetal bones

The smile- or half a smile, rather- was received warmly, and in return Thresher's own smile grew, and brought a summery twinkle into her soft brown eyes. To say that he dwarfs her, in size, would be an understatement- as the male is both taller and a great deal more muscular than she is, but within the frame of his face, and the shape of his eyes lies a youthfulness that makes Thresher believe he might be a year younger than her, at least. She felt he belonged here, though; with his fur the colour of the straight in Autumn, under a dark and cold sky with the waters angry and pinched between the island and the mainland. His eyes, on the other hand, were the colour of a much warmer, saltier and gentler sea- one which was calm enough to allow the sunlight to penetrate through and reach into the depths where it would pull forth that hue of jade. 

"For you," She said, her eyes ful of mirth as she gently pushed the crab toward him again with her dark nose. She stepped back with a light and airy bound, her feathery legs sprightly and nimble as she lowered herself into a playbow for a moment, before she lowered her hind end as well. While she knew it was rude to watch another wolf eat- she could not help but want to see how he handled a snack encased in a hard shell. Even though he looked like he belonged here- Thresher knew that most of these wolves were quite new to the island, and new to its ways of life.