Wheeling Gull Isle Two Storms

is it? for the waters, probably. another crack of a shell rings out, and the pile she pulls from becomes lighter and lighter.

oh. she tilts her head with a frown. mine did, too. i'm going back, just.. a hum trembles from her throat. not now.
she reaches for another mindlessly, but her paw finds only what remains of her feast. that ocean heat makes itself known to her finally as a stuffy sensation burns her cheeks. luckily, she doesn't have to say that she wants more — judah reads her like a book!

the ocean's heat is humid compared to the dryness of her home. she can feel it even now, in the thickness of the breeze that hit her when she follows judah. at this rate, he could tell her to walk into the ocean and if she couldn't stop to think twice she would oblige.
where are we going? luckily, racharra still had enough reason to ask.