Wheeling Gull Isle Blue Tides

He nodded, wearing a small smile for the first time in months. He remembered the man well, when he was first drawn to the island. "I am eager to speak with him." He accepted her invitation to be introduced to the others, tail swaying a little. "I would like to accompany you. After I get settled, I will take time to get to know each of them." He was an awkward northerner, out of place on a sea island. But reasons he could not yet understand had brought him here. He would make this work.