Wheeling Gull Isle A fallen angel, in the dark Never thought you'd fall so far

@Daegon this is our thread you asked for! @Rhællaa, another thread for the pack to explore the lands. This is dated to before he meets Guildenstern on the mainland!

Gulls filled the air as they swooped all around, seeking prey or simply flying away from the mountain of a wolf that prowled nearby. Slowly but surely he was mapping out the island. Some had already claimed dens, while he, only slept every once in a while when sleep would take him away. Still, he had yet to meet any of the other individuals in this slowly building pack, nothing but a ghostly stranger to them as he roamed the beaches, mapping it from the outside in.

Crabs, some fish in shallower waters, birds and smaller prey that either bred on the island or found their way there when the tide was low enough were the prey he could find. Nothing quite large, but there were enough to keep bellies full. Eventually, he would have to make it to the mainland to fill his belly with larger prey - but that would come at a later date. 

For now, the fish were plenty. As still as stone, Rosencrantz stopped his time roaming the beach and stood in the water, as still as death. He would practice and perfect the art of fishing if he could...

His own fishing didn’t go so well and all he did was get a mouthful of salt water which was absolutely disgusting and kinda made him obtain a stomach ache. He was unsure how he was gonna make this pack thing work. He was unsure if there was any other pray other than crabs and fish.

He came up to a male who seemed to be doing what he tried or at least was standing  in the water. “Hello.”

As a shadow grew near, his heartbeat at a steady pace. Patience... he had to wait until the right moment to strike. It circled and danced through the water, testing its approach as it desired to investigate the dirt he once kicked up uppon entering the waves. Then once it was close enough, he struck. Jaws ajar as fangs searched for the scaly prize, knicking the fish he pulled up as soon as the thing slipped his grip, growling as lips pulled back in a dripping grimace. 

Clearly, he needed to practice more, but to fail was not something he was accustomed to. Not to such a simple task as catching a fish. The greeting drew in his attention, furrowed brow glaring at the stranger as he turned to let his honey hue grace the cinnamon man on the beach. He was one who followed the princess, one of the many who now called the island home. Hello. He began slowly, allowing his frustration to melt away as the water ran off his chin and neck, rolling back into the sea as he stood. 

Is there anything I can do for you. With every word, his temper slipped away, back to the neutral baritones that normally found their way to his throat.

The wolf in front of him was a big wolf, who seemed battle bred much like himself and with a dip of his head he gave his greeting. “Just trying to meet the pack members is all. Names Daegon and yourself?” He supposed It was only necessary to meet the potential pack members.

The one who approached seemed to have a colouration that reminded Rose of the changing leaves in autumn - late autumn, where all the brightness was sucked away by the ageing season, a warm colour that draws in the sight. In response to the other dipping his head, Rose did the same, a small nod in response, empty in meaning other than to just mimic what was offered - he couldn't understand its meaning. 

Rosencrantz. he remained still in the water, as the waves lapped against his figure, washing away the tendrils of alabaster fur in a rhythmic pattern all around. Curious to see why this one would approach. He had yet to meet any of the potential packmates, and so, he was unsure of how to behave...