Turtle Island take what you can, then onto the next

It was not often that Huā attempted to explore the other islands. They were few in number, small in size, and though she never could make out much from a distance, they did not seem as... full of life, as her own home was. Nevertheless though, she was the queen of the northern coast. It only seemed right that she know the land better than any other- and so that morning she awoke with an urge, which she pursued. 

Huā swam and swam, and by the time she'd reached the unfamiliar island chain, she was drenched from head to toe. A shake-out of her fur, and then she was off to explore the little place, sandy fur clumping in wet spikes. She trailed down the rocky shore of the island... and for a moment her eyes tricked her, and she thought she had found Nukilik again, washed up in a new place. 

Of course, it was just Marlow.  A handsome fellow with a warm gaze who seemed to observe the seabirds that called overhead and soared in lazy circles. Huā eyed the stranger for a moment, and then, lapping down some unruly fur upon her chest, approached. 

Hungry for bird? Or something more? She questioned as she settled onto her haunches a couple yards off.