Wheeling Gull Isle Oceans Breath

Open to anyone, but hoping for :Sotiris

Tzila's presence may not have been terribly outstanding as of late in Yuèlóng, but she remained largely rooted to the island nonetheless. Motherhood had kept her busy, along with her daily patrols of the whole of the island. She had fallen behind in socializing with her pack mates, be they new or old. Still, she was always aware, ever watchful of the comings and goings. Most likely observing from the comfort of the shadows.

Finding that she was able to catch a break, now with her son growing larger and more independent, she stretched her legs for a leisurely walk along the beach. Her thoughts were never far from Sotiris. He was a cherished, special boy and often times Tzila might have been too overprotective of him. A sun-bathed slab of rock jutted out of the waves before her, beckoning her close. She leapt up and sprawled out on her tummy, head turned inland so she could watch keenly for any passerby.