Wheeling Gull Isle contagion, i exhale you

The farther he strayed from his once-companion, the more he felt... confident in himself. He was doing it, surviving on his own and for the time being Hviske had decided to give himself the space he needed. 

He kept her words in his heart. It wasn't his fault that anything happened. Maybe... he could start to warm up to the idea that he could be part of a pack again, now that he didn't feel so helpless and alone. A change of scenery was always good, right? 

The yearling didn't expect sand to be so hot, or that it smelled like salt and heat in an unfavorable combination to his forest-kept nose.

So he waited until nightfall, and it was there he finally looked up. Light danced in his eyes, his tail-tip wagging from its place at his side. Wait... who else was there? His nose twitched. 

A... pup?