Wheeling Gull Isle Package in transit

she insisted she was alright, and so he let the idea of her seeking out medical help drop altogether. "clams huh?", he let out aloud as he continued to work his way through the furs along her nape, a knot stopping him from going any further as he began to work away at the tangled clump of fur.

her mention of needing to adjust to new diet left him with a curious twist to his features. "i'm surprised you choose this pack to join", he started as he continued to comb away at the knotted fur. "i mean given everything you told me about your past and experience with the ocean, i'd think a pack along the coast would be the last place you'd want to settle down at."