Wheeling Gull Isle sacrament

she slowed as they came upon the water, soft blue set to inspect the shoreline and crashing waves. it appeared clean enough, and so she quickly returned to her initial pace and continued after the fleeing form of the captivating man.

droplets dampen soft cotton paws as they run along, her attention flickering between her companion and their surroundings.

she returned his bark with a chirp of her own as they came upon the stone formation. she was in awe of the captivating beauty this island seemed to hold like a hidden treasure, each corner a jewel just waiting to be discovered.

a wonder then, what gem she'd unearth next?