Wheeling Gull Isle seaside, sandy shores, surprise

Just visiting! ...Probably? :3

Never before had Oleander seen a thing like it. The earth had turned into fine sand beneath his paws and the air seemed to sting his senses. Not to mention the figure of land out in the vast water. It had taken him some time to actually figure out how to get to it.

Eventually he was there on the sandy edges of the island. Awkwardly walking with the odd sensation of the wet, moving earth beneath him. He found himself far too focused on that instead of how the island might look and if anyone might be here.