Wheeling Gull Isle luson

"the tide pools first, then." heda grinned and began a soft lope in that direction. "psalm is — so big! i don't think we could eat him if we tried." 
so big did not encompass the size of the leatherback turtle which had chosen the island for its docking point.
the forest was vibrant, fed by mineral-rich water. she paused to scuff playfully in the black dirt before wading beyond the treeline into the cold water which filled dozens upon dozens of small pools. "tide's in!"