Wheeling Gull Isle iii. awaken

The island stood abandoned, a perfect picture of solitude; beautiful even in its emptiness. The pale Blackfeather led her companion (@Makan) across the sandbar with prancing steps, turning a circle as she walked to catch the blue of his eyes with her own. A brilliant smile lit her ice-carved features when their eyes met.

This place is mine, A breathless whisper, tail a blur. It could be ours.