Wheeling Gull Isle tongkola

heda slept all that night and far into the next afternoon.
when she woke it was with a jerk and a gasp and a head that could not quite make sense of where she was. and then the scent of the sea came to her, and she worked her jaw.
there were green things all around. heda blinked at the sky, yawned at the birds. her stomach growled loudly; she swore under her breath and then looked around for @Bartholomew, hoping he had not heard.
"i think there's an easier way to the beach," she said when she'd found him again, tail waving softly. heda squinted against the sun, and she pointed toward the stretch of forest that, unbeknownst to her, guarded the way to tidepools.