Wheeling Gull Isle when we're young we set our hearts upon some beautiful idea

He almost hesitated to follow her deeper into the island, nervous that someone might take his presence the wrong way. Rokig just kept his posture low and kept close to the streamlined female. It was only when he heard the soft sound of children that he halted. His gut clenching with a foul feeling. He had nothing against the children. It was more the feeling of the curse that his family had branded him. While he had no way to confirm it, he also couldn't deny it.

Rokig shifted his weight slightly as a small chuff escaped him, ears folding against his crown. He could wait out here at a respectable distance from the family for now.