Wheeling Gull Isle nolla

hello, ah, I am only Kaamos, she dips her head and takes that second to gather more information; the scents upon him, if any, his health, his weaknesses.

when she finds little sign of others, she blinks and relaxes further. i do not come for faith, she admits freely but food, shelter, and maybe home? or to see, and learn. exploration alone was a fine pursuit.

what could she hope to learn here, she wonders? a lone boy on an island is an odd find.