Wheeling Gull Isle finrona

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Jasmine had already stayed here much longer than a rest, much longer than she’d expected, but if she’d over stayed her welcome, she was sure @Bartholomew would have tracked her down and booted her to the sea or something… okay, maybe not that last bit, but she was sure he would have at least had another chat with her, telling her to go.

As it was, he had not, so Jasmine explored the island. She had mostly stuck to the woods Bartholomew had first brought her to, and the hillside that overlooked the sea. There was plenty here to discover, everything being similar to what she knew of on the mainland, and at the same time, so much different.

And when she wasn’t poking every inch of the place she often found herself hunting. Or trying to.

She dragged herself from the ocean today soggy and dripping with brine, and with no prize in her jaws to boast about her labours.

Screw that.

She’d be back again to try tomorrow, be sure of that, but for today she shook herself off and headed towards the lavender fields, where she picked up a familiar scent that had ghosted around her since the day she’d set paw on the island.

Elation raced through her when she realized this scent was finally fresh! Jasmine wished she’d had a fish now to give the other woman, or even like, a pretty shell or something. But she was empty pawed, and half-mindedly, she picked a couple stray flowers poking between the lavender stalks, some pretty pink and yellow things she thought she would be happy to get for a present, and gave a little chuff when she finally caught up with the woman Bartholomew had told her about.