Wheeling Gull Isle tremble little lion man

@Tzila

Something about the island's forest was strange. It was the smell, it bought a nostalgic feeling. Everytime he passed through it, he remembered the little things about his old home; that cramped den, his annoying brother who stuck to him like glue, and the days he'd sneak away to explore the world. Those memories made him melancholy.

After passing through the woods for about the dozenth time since he's been here, he decided that today was the day he'd discover the source of these smells. He approached a den without a second thought, unaware of the potentially angry mother he'd come across.