Wheeling Gull Isle you were a comet... and i lost it...

Kai was by far the fist of God which he one day hoped to become, though as he came trotting up to the stranger, he did his best to look at confidant and strong as one might at his young age. His head high, ears perked forward, mismatched eyes staring him down the bridge of his nose. His tail was rigid behind him- but not straight up. He was, all in all, a guest. One which had not yet proven himself friend but neither had he, foe. 

Who are you? The youth quipped, acting the ambassador of the isle he had yet to become. This island belongs to Sweetharbor... Are you new? Perhaps? Maybe he had only just joined them? Looked like he was trying to make a den which... apparently collapsed around him. Need help in there? His youth becoming more and more obvious with the number of questions followed by him coming closer to investigate, head tilted curiously.