Wheeling Gull Isle we fuel the fire, the spark

But omg I love him so much!

Vienna hadn't even hesitated an instant when Sumayl proposed a journey, her excitement uncontainable at the prospect of going out with a packmate to the beyond lands. So far none of her new family had shown the proclivity she had for wandering, a fact that was lamentable but understandable. She got the feeling, though, that Sumayl would be up for just about anything.

He let her take point, lingering behind a bit, but she did not mind. When Vienna traveled, her mind wandered to places others oftentimes had trouble following. Her attention would dart around, head and gaze following, as particularly interesting bird calls, plants, or even whimsies caught it. There were a few times when she had broken their path and swerved off sideways, investigating something of particular interest before continuing on. It never occurred to her that this might seem strange or irritating to her traveling companion, delays coming second nature to her.

In time, despite her tendencies, they arrived at their destination. When he had first mentioned the coast, she had immediately thought to her promise to Summer, and she resolved that someday she would make good on it. However, there were no rules that stated one couldn't visit the coast more than once. She dug her toes into the sand, reveling in the scent of the salt; the scent of home.

Though he stayed back for a moment, she walked straight up to the edge, the waves reaching about to her paws as they came in only to be pulled out once more. "Only one way to find out," she threw back, wanting nothing more than to get into the water. It couldn't be nearly as cold as the waters back home and god how she had loved swimming. She charged in right behind him, her head ducking under, eyes shut tight, before coming up once more and shaking drops off her face. A delighted shiver ran through her at the feel of the water. It was a nice day, if a bit brisk for a swim, but she wasn't about to let this adventure pass her by. Legs churning in the waves, she followed Sumayl, her paws finding the sand bar shortly after. She stepped onto it, allowing him to take the lead now. This was his idea, after all. If one of them was going to be eaten first by the strange creatures on the island, he had the right to it.