Wheeling Gull Isle fumbling his confidence and wondering why the world has passed him by

he's been thinking lately — too much, probably. between fishing for the pack and avoiding all of his packmates save @Aiolos, he's found a dilemma wound tightly at the core of his being. he isn't what he's spent his whole life thinking he is — or, that's what he thinks. maybe. he spends more time fishing than thinking about it; the fishing is easier to figure out. but today, he's tired, and his leg is bothering him far more than usual. there isn't anything to distract himself from thinking, except staring blankly at the tide pool he'd meant to fish in. which is exactly what he's doing.