Totoka River gospel truth

It was a familiar scent that led Vagabond from his home today. He approached with an open mind. He had tried once to approach the island to make amends but had been left waiting. It had left a bitter taste in his mouth, but if they were going to be neighbors, he wanted to try again. He approached with heavy footsteps, not bothering to hide his approach. He greeted the male with a chuff and a friendly smile, Hello again.