Wheeling Gull Isle Messengers don't sleep

It was a large man where stood on the sands of his home, dark of earthy brown. As Malakai approached, heeding the call, the man's scent became all too familiar as well. When for months Kai and Nakano lived within the sentinels, it was this man's scent on the outskirts of the plates which he smelt time and time again. He was either one of fhe leaders or a dutiful guard. 

Hello... The single word slipped from Malakai's lips, tinged with question and a furrowed brow lifting. Why had he come? A single ear turns back, his gaze unwavering. What brings you to the Sanctum that is Sweetharbor?