During their journey to the coast, Vienna had a tendency to deviate from the path often — Sumayl assumed when something interesting caught her attention. The golden Ostrega would pause, good naturedly, and like some kind of mischievous rogue playing the part of societies' gentleman. When it came down to it, really, Sumayl couldn't say that he minded. Vienna's personality was cute and bubbly and for some reason that seemed to have some sort of force that gravitated the rough n' tough outlaw towards her. Besides, what kind of traveling companion would he be if he didn't allow her to deviate and investigate whatever had drawn her interest? A poor one, Sumayl knew. Especially since he had asked her to join him. He could have easily taken the journey by himself but he'd been traveling on his lonesome for some time these days and it was no fun by himself. They didn't converse much on their way to Wheeling Gull Isle, but they hadn't needed too really. Sumayl was content to enjoy her presence and her random stops.
He had to give her the fact that, at least, she didn't take too long and after a few minutes they would be back on the trail once more.
Vienna was braver than him, Sumayl deduced when he wanted her plow right into the sea water, squinting against the onslaught of the sun, and the sticky sea brine as it buffered against him on the wind that was constantly coming off of the Sea. Eventually, he made it to the shore of the Isle, the call of the Gulls louder from the side. Golden gaze took in the small little oasis the Island offered, a coniferous forest, dominated by a rocky outcropping directly in the middle of it. Despite that his legs and the fur of his underside was dripping with salt water the Ostrega lowered his nose to the ground as he headed up the beach, pausing only when the sands of the beach gave way to hardened earth, right at the cusp of the woodland. Very, very faintly the scent of wolves lingered, so faint that it almost didn't exist though it could have easily been wolves exploring it just as he and Vienna were. The tracker instinct in him, however, told him that a pack probably once lived here. It was on that hunch Sumayl lifted his head and turned to look for Vienna. “Hey, do you happen to know if a pack used to live here?” He was confident enough that he was right but because he couldn't be a hundred percent correct on a hunch he figured it was safe to ask her considering she was the Outrider and that was sort of thing they typically knew.