Wheeling Gull Isle not all girls are made of sugar and spice and all things nice

try as hard as she might, priixu finds it increasingly hard to ignore the call of atlan. much to axolotl's great disappointment prii spent majority of her young life ignoring the demands of the sea deity and the duty her father groomed her for. she didn't want to be like him and all the other atlanians. they turn their back upon what they want the very moment she demands for them to. she can run and she can try to deny it but prii knows that she cannot deny the fact that she is a daughter of atlan and despite herself she found herself following her father's studious directions, walking the path of the coast. there is comfort in the lulling roar of the sea, a familiarity that tells her she is home in the salty sea brine that surrounds her, to the warmth of sand between her toes.

priixu's steps pause as she moves closer to the sea, her waves crashing along the shore, beckoning her to bathe in the waters. she hasn't since she left, but the smell of saltwater clung defiantly to her fur even after a month of traveling as in-land as prii could. atlan's refusal to relinquish her hold. as her father told her, the sea receded and a sandbar rose up from beneath the waves and the young daughter of axolotl padded along the sandbar, splashing in the water of the sea that rose every now and then to lap over her paws. atlan's welcome. the island grows larger the closer priixu's steps take her and her steps slow and come to a halt all together as she nears the beach. there is evidence of life, of a pack's claim on this island ...just as axolotl had spoken it would be. something akin to nerves batter restlessly in the young girl's stomach as she tips her head back and calls, announcing her presence to the wolves of undersea.

axolotl had been unable to inform her of who led the pack, evidently when her father'd been apart of it there had been a power struggle and no definable leader ...but that'd been some time ago and evidenced from the fact that she smells a strong pack someone leads it. it is one of those unknown leader(s) she hopes for though she would not oppose the company of someone who might be able to help her fill in the blanks of information in the meantime.