Wheeling Gull Isle his foolish decrees, his words so contrived

Looking for any of the Sapphique wolves!

A month after his ordeal, you could say Aquillius was returning to full form. Sleek black coat, cheeks full, useful eye sharp and clear. He still had some muscle rebuilding to do, but otherwise he looked like any teenage boy.

If said teenage boy had been mauled, but that was neither here nor there.

Learning to maneuver his world without one eye had been hard. What little his eye could pick out was the barest impression of light and shadows, anything else his other eye needed to work overtime for. Despite this, he’d managed to wade into the surf and pull from it a bounty, at least to the boy.

A shark. A dogfish shark, mind you, not the most terrifying creature in existence, but something he had never witnessed, much less managed to grab. The shark he did grab had been young and overconfident, chased closer to shore by an orca pod and finding bounty in the sea surrounding the isle. And thus, it would meet its end to the boy’s teeth. Aquillius would stand there, for a moment, just contemplating what he’d grabbed, before sloshing out of the surf. He wasn’t hungry, this was meant as a..gift. He wasn’t good with things like that, but it was supposed to be.

Maybe if he asked, they’d let him take a tooth back with him.

Shy, the boy started a slow, stubborn march fit to take him around the entire island until he found someone to give the shark to who seemed sad.