Totoka River i'm on my tip toes

The corners of her mouth quirked in a half smile at the question, feeling a tingle of amusement - she’d been skeptical too, at first, but the sylph adored everything about life on the island; except, perhaps, the isolation from the rest of the world. "We hunt fish, but there’s other prey too. The island is bigger than it looks, and there’s plenty of space for a pack." It was more a sanctuary, and lost souls occasionally washed up on the shores - sometimes they stayed, sometimes they left, either way: the land could sustain life well enough. "We have dens we can shelter in during storms, and if the land bridge isn’t covered by seawater…" she gave a pointed roll of her eyes, knowing without looking that the sandy trail leading from the mainland to the isle was masked in deep blue. "...then we can cross over here."

The midnight stranger’s answer was vague, but she understood - information could be dangerous, and she would not pry for his backstory. What did intrigue her, though, was his following statement. "Oh?" aquamarine eyes danced back toward him, curiosity lighting her vision in silent question. Given his apparent dislike of the island, the blue nymph wondered briefly if he would consider settling along the coast (as other packs had done in recent times) or if he disliked the beaches in general.