Wheeling Gull Isle Cloud Watching

The newest addition had not slipped past Rokig's attention, even if he hadn't had time to meet them yet. He simply had kept himself busy with his duties and picking up strangers. How odd for the once reclused, castaway to become a bit of a social butterfly. Not to mention he had somehow found himself climbing the ranks in Undersea. This place was doing him wonders.

During a break, he had spotted a strange figure in the distance. Front legs in the air. A puzzled look crossed his features as he carefully approached the figure. A low wuff escaping him as he halted a few feet away. Close enough to speak — not yell — but far enough away to still be respectful of personal boundaries.

You alright? He asked while one brow gently raised.