Wheeling Gull Isle swiggity swooty

[size=x-small]yes, he had just come out from the water[/size]

As the male stood in place, vaguely noting that the grit stuck to his paws (not much unlike cat litter sticking to piss), the wet sop of his fur clinging to his young frame. Growth weight had not yet wrapped his body, but the young boy was also unfinished in reaching his completed size.

His black orbs shot as far left as they could, then slowly travelled to the opposite direction. As the scanning was nearly complete, Yuda's left ear flicked to a sudden sound. Eyes staying where they had ceased movement, the juvenile zoned in on the noise that annoyed him, even if it was in the slightest. What his ear captured mix of a hacking sound that could be described as an ill woodpecker and a seal gagging on it's fish.

A passing thought was that he hoped the bothersome turbulence would dissipate soon.