Wheeling Gull Isle we fuel the fire, the spark

Despite her prior experience, Vienna doubted she could have made the swim out to the island without the sandbar to help at least part of the way. Her time on the mountain had lent her a rangy strength, true, but the ocean was a different sort of beast. It's constant attempts to duck the unfortunate souls caught within its grasp made swimming difficult at best. She had never gone out this far from shore, but with her feet touching sand, she followed Sumayl without worry.

The island was beautiful with forests stretching away from the beach. Who knew what sort of treasures they held? Vienna refrained from running off to find out, a rare show of restraint in deference to her companion. She was having more fun in the company of another and couldn't very well expect anyone to come with her again if she constantly left them behind! There was time to explore later.

She caught the pack scent, faint but still present, as Sumayl asked the question. Silently she took inventory. There was the girl from the Spine, but this wasn't that scent. Nor was it like the man from the coast.... Stavanger Bay. And it definitely wasn't the Creek or the Plateau. "None that I have encountered," she answered thoughtfully. "It is an ideal spot though, isn't it? Wonder why they left." She looked around, but there were no real signs to give a clue. Just a lonely beach and the sound of the waves.