Wheeling Gull Isle Sirens call

@Coelacanth maybe?

The yearling had been watching the ocean for days, and noticed the bridge of sandy land going across to something she couldn't quite see. Being a curious little thing she had waited until the tides retreated again and sunk her paws into the sandy ground,making her way across to a smooth beach. She sniffed at the ground and was surprised to find various scents of wolves mixed in with the fishy, acrid stench that the sand had naturally. Lifting rose bud colored eyes she looked around her nose twitching as she sniffed the breeze, taking a few small tentative steps toward the treeline. There were enough scents here to tell her a pack called this island home. She had been searching for a home for a while now, and a pack that was surrounded by the ocean interested her.


Before she drew too close to the treeline and into the pack's territory she sat back on her haunches and set out a call, a musical tone summoning the leaders of the island to her. Her tail tappped a small pattern into the sand once she fell silent again, and excitement and nervousness filled her chest. Aminita was someone who never spoke unless it was absolutely needed, her voice when released was a whispery sort of thing weakened from lack of use. She saw no need for words when she could usually signal what she meant with noises and gestures.