Wheeling Gull Isle taught me how to build a fire and to spread the word

At some point, Seal spirited away from the main group to investigate the island. Originally, she thought the only thing she’d want to do would be to spend time with family. However, the island's unique biome was too fascinating to ignore

The hum of crashing waves could be heard no matter where you were. Gulls cried and the salty air touched every plant. Even the dirt was sandy and strange.

Seal picked her way around the Greenhills until she found a forested area. Islands had forests too? There, she spies a young redhead.

“Hi! Dinah?” Seal called, her intonation posing a question. Before arriving, Towhee had provided a run-down of the names and appearances of all eight relatives. Dinah was probably the easiest to remember - a red-furred girl who was nearly identical to Caracal. “S’Dinah right?” she asked, dark eyes sparkling with excitement. Maybe, with a little luck, they would come to be more like sisters than cousins.