Wheeling Gull Isle i don't do cutesie symbols.

Fig felt excitement bud in his heart when one confirmed his suspicions. They were Redhawks. His brother and his nephew. His nephew! He'd never had one of those before! The odd smell forgotten for now, Fig paced closer to the water, watching the pair as they danced along the opposite shore. He turned to head back up the coast, lifting his muzzle to call to them again when he paused, fear jolting him when they suddenly charged straight into the water.

"No, to the West! There are shallows you can cross!" he called back, hoping they would hear him over the waves they were now battling against.