Wheeling Gull Isle guess i'm the blue, new blood

The small girl said nothing in response to his words, offering nothing but an annoyed grunt as she turned to watch him wallow in either one of the available dens he could find lying around. Not an ideal greeting for someone new to the island -- perhaps she should've practiced being more professional than that, but it was the otter's fault for letting him get to her at the end of the day.

Whatever, she didn't want to think about it.

Turning herself away, she sought to leave Renwick to his own devices and find something to distract herself from all this.