Wheeling Gull Isle have you come here to play jesus

She did not realize how different the Island would be from the Valley.  

There was the obvious, of course.  Wheeling Gull Island had things that Bearclaw could never dream of by nature — shimmering sands and waves limned with sunlight, the potent stench of salt.

But what she did not realize is how much she would miss it.  She missed her boulder, where she could guard the entire valley by herself.  She missed tracking the narrow border with the rise of each sun.  There was not much else she missed, but these things were enough to keep the woman dissatisfied during her first days at Undersea.

The wolves seemed nice, for the most part.  So far, there was no Indra here; she had not unwittingly made any enemies.  But she feared for it.  She had kept her distance from @Coelacanth's snowbear, for she had not detected the woman's estrus and understood the posessiveness she had for him.

She left Yakone safe and sound asleep and headed out, destined to find somewhere for comfort.