Wheeling Gull Isle ding dong, the dragon's not dead

the cave led to nothing more than a dead end and jaw-dropping pool of crystal blue. the naturalist in him wanted to stop and stare, to taste and feel if the water here was any different than the ocean that surrounded them. but he knew now was not the time, and so choose to save his admiration for another day.

instead his focus fell to the poorly hidden figure of his friend. "you know, i'm not very good at hide-and-seek, but i think you might be worse", he teased with a quiet laugh as he slid back on inky haunches. he wait a moment to see if she would rise from her position before he lifted a paw to tap at the spot next to him. "please come out. i promise i won't bite."