Wheeling Gull Isle Now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life

Tagging Stag in case he would follow her, otherwise AW!

After returning to quickly inform @Stag of her intentions to check out the nearby island and its resident pack, Wylla returned to the shore under increasing snowfall and began contemplating a safe way to reach it. She didn't doubt her abilities in the water even after spending the past year in the mountains, but the temperature was dropping as the snow grew heavier. With her thin fur, she didn't love the idea of being soaking wet in the brisk winter wind.

Luckily, there was a narrow sandbar stretching from the shore toward the white-washed shadow of the island. Even if it didn't reach all the way, she could bank on the water being shallow enough that a full swim wouldn't be required. Hesitating only a couple seconds to suck in a steadying breath, she began trotting across the cold, wet sand, doing her best to avoid the water where possible. She had to slosh her way through a couple collapsed sections, but landed on the island's southern beach in short order and stopped there, where the water met the sand, to call lowly for this so-called Empress.