Wheeling Gull Isle arirang

@Haoming sorry for the delay! And I'm gonna back date this a little to like a day or two before my post date.

Sae was comfortably settled into the pack, he was still a little shy of others. Wheeling Gull Isle was small—just big enough for a single pack to roam comfortably. Sae liked that about the island and he liked the pack. Neither of those were in question, but sometimes it felt hard to find a good place of solitude. Somewhere that others might not find him so easily. 

There were few hiding places here, aside from the dens, but Sae recalled the Gateway as being a place that might not have wolves frequenting it. It was, after all, a ceremonial place. One where marriages took place. He figured it might be far enough away and a strange enough place for a wolf to wander without reason. Granted, his reason was not for what the rock arch was intended for, but he found the solitude he craved there. Somewhere where he could sing without prying eyes—at least, he hoped.

The black wolf took one more look around before he opened his maw and began to sing. It was a song that his father had taught him. And although his father did not consider song a useful skill or talent, Sae often caught his father humming or singing this tune:

아리랑, 아리랑, 아라리요...
아리랑 고개로 넘어간다.
나를 버리고 가시는 님은
십리도 못가서 발병난다.