Wheeling Gull Isle I

Cameo unless they interact

King Buku rolls his great head to see a smol child canine. Said canines are common on this island he has found. His great bulk rolls over, appearing little more than a giant furry rock on the beach. The sky is cloudy this day, and Buku cannot see the future for the moment. He heaves a great, loud yawn, which echoes across the wet sand to all in a half mile radius. His head is back to resting on the ground as he waits for the planets to realign.