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

No one bothered to look after him - that was the main reason he often wandered the island alone. At least he wasn't plagued by handfuls of voices all at once when he was alone; too many wolves around often resulted in him getting overstimulated and anxious. At least the island was big enough to get away from it all, of course, when one didn't run into anyone. his ears pricked when a foreign language called to, what seemed like, him. Though he did not speak the language she did, the colour of her voice revealed a dazzling seafoam with hints of crimson. Instinctively, he blushed from tail to ears, not used to conversation.

Excuse me, what? He asked, voice trembling and high - he almost didn't sound like a boy at all.