Wheeling Gull Isle Damselfish

Set in the early morning before this thread.

When the tide had dipped low, the bridge appeared.

Swordfish was roused with a jumping start, heart racing, the heat of the bear’s breath on his flesh. There was no bear by the sea, he found. While he willed his thrumming chest to stop, the boy glanced to their first destination with some hope. Lestan had not been lying. A sandy bridge had formed that would allow them to trek to the other side.

A weary grunt sounded as the hunter rose to his paws. A nudge for @Lestan signaled their need to leave.

Ready to check yer island? he managed between yawns.