Wheeling Gull Isle a turkey in a turtle's shell

He hadn't caught anything yet, and while there were a myriad of scents to tell Mo to go whichever way, he hadn't made up his mind; the boy had spent time roaming the hills by the point that the stranger appeared, and he stopped immediately to turn his full attention upon him as he ambled closer.

What startled Mo was the vivid blue of the stranger's eyes; it was so much like the sky at sundown, he almost expected their expression to darken the longer he looked upon it.

Hi! You're the new guy, Mo erupted in saying. I'm Mo! Are you hungry? I was jus' hunting. He wanted to tack on a boast about being a hunter for the island but realized a second later that'd be sort-of rude, and also redundant.