Wheeling Gull Isle for what future may come

he'd been so focused on the overall beauty, that he hadn't even thought about the details. it seemed tzila was a step ahead in thinking like a parent, while he was still running to catch up. "oh yeah, that's smart." he doubted there was any serious competition on the island considering no bears or mountain lions inhabited the place, but it'd still be a good idea to make sure they weren't invading anyone else's home.

and so while tzila slunk forward and got to inspecting the possible den, astaroth held back to begin shuffling through the driftwood. any cracks in the barrier could result in the cave-like den to be flooded, which obviously they didn't want. "does it smell like anyone's stayed here recently?", he asked as he poked at a loose twig that had washed ashore.