Wheeling Gull Isle moubeda

It was music that Eti heard, and with gentle movements. The vibrations there deep within his feet. The sweet noise to his ears, he followed it. He didn't go far beyond his home often, because bad things happened.

Reiki was taken from them by a golden bird that was not of the coast. Theo abandoned them for a time for a land that belonged to someone else. Then Quennell and Swordfish had left and came back broken. He hated the land beyond the cliffs. But he also couldn't quite quell the spirit of wanting to see and do more. Of curious movements.

Ice beneath his feet and he traveled, along the borders of a long defunct pack. His nose lifted in scent finding. The noise of whomever singing stirring past his downy ears. Finally, he found the creature that sang. And he stood still. Didn't call out, didn't chuff. Simply closed his eye and listened.