Wheeling Gull Isle I

Tagging @Aiolos! :D. For merc trade!

The sea otter could be found pacing restlessly along the sandy shores, brows wrinkled with an unworded concentration. Her thoughts roamed endlessly on what ways she'd actually make herself useful to the pack and the decision always came down to being a protector of some sorts -- but how? Aimi had as much fighting experience as a kid constantly being sent to the office for starting things; and even her own stubborn pride could acknowledge that....

She needed more than that. She needed actual training.

And so the sea woman continued to quietly weigh her options, choices, ANYTHING that would improve the current state she was in and move to point B....