Wheeling Gull Isle of days

The higher you were in the island, the better the view of the endless blue of the sea, the better you could stare at the shoreline. She did this sometimes, simply climbed to let her thoughts wander. She was trying to come to term with what had happened to her, the things that was done to her. Would she ever get over it, would the nightmares ever end?

As she began the journey ahe found the other canine on this island that seemed to talk like her, well, similarly. Had his individuality been beaten out of him, did he carry scars that were a result of his training? She was so curious but a girl waa never to speak unless spoken to first, this she could not seem to break. Instead she gave him a very gentle smile, a wag of her tail before falling into step with him and abandoning her climb.