Wheeling Gull Isle nut butter bar

Seal’s jaw hit the floor when they crested a slope and saw the vast sea stretched out before them without any sign of tree, nor shore, no life upon the horizon. It just went on, and on, and on.

-“It’s- it’s- Oh my gosh, its even grander than you said!”- Seal’s ptero was barely decipherable because of her excited shimmying.

The calm hum of rolling waves and the saline air was almost extraterrestrial, but something in her bones made the girl feel at home.

“Hi GranDa!” she yelled across the roaring waters, one paw struck straight into the air and waving.

They reconvened with Phox and while the adults made small talk Seal trotted around them in circles with her nose stuck to the ground. Little discoveries in the sand made her brown eyes shimmer with glee. A small hermit crab here, a pile of weird-looking kelp there… her excitement for the coast nearly rivaled her excitement to see her cousins!