Wheeling Gull Isle Don't be shy.

This is for @Blossom but its AW.

It was incredibly windy across the beach and that made travel very difficult for the light-bodied creature; he skittered along with his belly dragging a small trench through the sand, not that it mattered though since the whipping wind obscured his path as he went. The lower he kept himself the easier it was to stop from being blown over—but it made for quite the sight. His limbs were awkwardly long to begin with and his reaching steps gave the illusion of cartoonish sneaking. He reached an exposed sandbar just as the weather turned more foul, the clouds splitting and beginning to spit a light but icy rain. Around him the sea was just as adamant, if not more so, and bludgeoned at the sand bar as he slunk his way across it. By the time the slight creature had come to more solid land he was inundated by the scent of wolf—it was everywhere, and it was very strong. Had the sea been a little more tame perhaps he would have noticed it sooner, but as it sat, Ve'kesh was caught between an occupied space and the tumult of the angst-riddled weather.