Wheeling Gull Isle but i just can't believe him

something came upon the shores.

gulls drew his eyes toward it from his perched place along the greenhills. at first, he wondered if heda had left something from a hunt.

even mo, perhaps.

closer inspection revealed it to be none other than another wolf.

this one scarred in intricate ways, waterlogged.

can you speak? he was prepared for disorientation, or silence. anything that seemed to come along with those who washed ashore.