Wheeling Gull Isle my kingdom for a horse

Dori's confidence grew with each passing day. On the third sunrise, he - and a slightly less enthusiastic Lethe - had explored the peak known to the locals as Gyrfalcon Keep, and mapped every inch of the surrounding woods. Dori had insisted on leaving their scent as a warning to others, even though he had no plans to claim the territory.

Now, on the dawn of the fourth day, it was the more flamboyant twin's turn to procure breakfast. The cloaked male used the waning tide as an excuse to take a dip in the freezing cold ocean, paddling easily out to Wheeling Gull Isle for a spot of exploring without leaving word for his twin. Somber Lethe would only insist on following, and Eldoris wanted to be alone.

He scrambled onto the beach after a record crossing time, scrambling onto the island pale smear of beach. An island. Dori grinned toothily up a the mountain's towering centerpiece. A worthy challenger.