Wheeling Gull Isle for what future may come

he followed where she led, his steps soft and purposeful as he glanced here and there for any sight of a potential den. she mentioned taking a trip to the beachside where the sea lions laid, and though he knew she was more than capable of handling herself, he still let out an affectionate "just be safe. i don't know how aggressive they'll be due to the season."

he was unaware of when the sea lions would give birth to their own young, but knew that spring and summer tended to be the time for raging hormones and fiery tempers. at her words of whether or not they should explore further, he simply gave an encouraging nod. if nothing of use could be found there, at least they could stop to admire the unique tree on it's own.