Wheeling Gull Isle for what future may come

Gold eyes. That was a nice thought. It reminded her that in her family, many wolves had gold eyes. While she had been blessed with silver from her father, it seemed to be a less dominant trait. Briefly, she thought of her brother, Urias. His eyes were gold. But it wasn't like he was here now, and he was the least of her problems. Had she not been so enthralled with their find, she would have bothered to engage him further in conversation on the subject. Instead she came closer, stepping carefully over the discarded driftwood.

"It would seem so. I'm glad you like it. So far." She gave him a glace, something about her look saying she was not yet sold. "But we need to be thorough. Check the inside...make sure it isn't already occupied. And above all, be sure it is structurally sound." This was the potential place where they'd be raising the very first of their bloodlines. As far as Tzila was concerned, she could afford to be meticulous in her inspection. Lowering her muzzle inches above the pebbled ground, she sniffed furiously, searching for even the faintest trace of any other animals. She was on edge...protective as her ruddy hackles bristled slightly with each step that brought her closer to the gaping mouth of the cave. Clearly, she was taking her job at motherhood, very, very seriously.