Wheeling Gull Isle I pray the lord my soul to take...

Not too long into her small "observance session", a presence would appear nearby. Their scent traveled with the winds to reach her nose and caused her hairs the prick a little -- it was not a scent she recognized, nor was comfortable knowing it was coming closer without making a sound first. The otter's head would twist backwards to lock eyes with the newcomer and blinked in bewilderment -- 'Well congrats Aimi, you were getting worked up over a pup' she thought with a sigh, rotating her torso to face the young boy. Their scent wasn't too off for the island, so he was definitely native. "如果沒有一個成年的小男孩，您在這裡要做什麼?" Still, that didn't answer the question as to why someone so young had been wandering alone...