Wheeling Gull Isle trilipa

The harsh glare of the anger in his eyes all but faded when a familiar voice called out to him. Carried on the salty breeze, the scent of sand and saltwater mixed with her own. When he raised his massive skull, his glacial eyes were filled not with their common disdain. Now they were filled with sorrow. With hurt and betrayal. His ears splayed pathetically to the sides.

"Heda..." He rasped, his voice rough from the lack of use. He approached her slowly. There was no trace of Atautsikut or anyone on his fur. "I...had to go back one last time...to do the right thing..." He lowered his head, catching a glimpse of the island his mother once called home. "But what I found..." His voice choked.