Wheeling Gull Isle beware the man who has everything

It was a brief cry that summoned his attention. His head snapping up to look out in the direction it had come from. He would have chalked it up to noisy seabirds had it not sounded so...canine like. His brows furrowed as he caught a glimpse of silver being churned about in the waters.

Panic seized his chest and he knew in that moment his curse must have been real. To save someone only to have them ripped away seemed like a fitting curse for his family to bestow upon him.

Rapidly he moved towards the edge of the water. If he could manage to avoid the same current that had a hold on Lainie, he would try to grab onto her with a firm grip. Of course if he succeeded he would attempt to drag her onto shore but there was no promise he would succeed.