Wheeling Gull Isle a turkey in a turtle's shell

Perdition had not been on the island for very long at all, but what he was starting to remember about chronic pain was that, while rest was often the best thing for it, it wasn't the only thing for it, and resting for too long only left his mind empty enough to feel miserable about his various conditions. Movement sometimes helped temporarily relieve some pain--although too much movement made it worse--and it also helped keep his mind active and focused on other things.

So he walked. Slowly. But still, he walked. And, after a time, he came upon another island wolf, a dark-pelted one with yellow eyes. Young, but growing into his adult body. He inhaled and held it for a long time, and then released and approached the pup, wondering if he had the energy for a conversation, or anything else. "Hello."