Wheeling Gull Isle what would hope be without disappointment

Forward dating to the 26th of March :)

After his acceptance, Ruvik had stayed at the fringes of the pack mostly out of habit (and a little paranoia). Whenever he saw one of the wolves of Yuèlóng in the distance, or came across their scent trail, he immediately scampered the other way. Unfortunately — despite its size — living on an island meant this happened quite often, and it was during one of these times after fleeing from another that Ruvik found himself amongst the tide pools.

There, anxiety turned to fascination as he picked his way around the pools, enamoured with the colours each individual one displayed. Tiny creatures scuttled around in places, while others tempted him closer with gentle, waving patches of seagrass. The boy leaned down to sniff at a larger rock pool, nervously pulling away a few times before finally managing to touch the surface of the water with his nose.