Wheeling Gull Isle can you paint with all the colors

Seal only knew crabs as one thing and that was food. Her Da had once brought one, already dispatched, from a venture to Moontide, and the girl had thought its flesh so sweet and delicious! Who knew they could be so onerous?

Seal, ready to go full Fight Club, pelted it with sand. A long-range projectile was clearly the most reasonable choice for prey armed with their own weapon.

She had expected Ava to join in like Orca would have when suddenly she felt a tug on her fur. She looked back, sort of confused. Ava didn’t want her to…. “No?” Seal parsed. She ceased her assault. The mountain girl was no sadist.