Wheeling Gull Isle Tangled up in you

Open to anyone! Forward dated to May 12th. Tzila needs to meet her packmates! <3

After a fitful sleep during the day, Tzila arose to greet the beach under the cover of night. She was still trying to balance the amount of time in which she was active during the day and the dark hours. Though, she would always favor the night, for it was nearly ingrained in her nature. It was what she was named after. Restless and fidgety, but with her hunger temporarily reduced, she decided that a little bit of exploring on her midnight stroll wasn't a bad idea.

Curious to explore the other parts of the island and the secret places she had not yet discovered, her figure was like an ink blot against the oceanic blue backdrop of the sea. Her silver, star like eyes turned inward to the heart of the island, trailing up the contour of the hill, its highest point. Ears flicking back in a moment of thoughtfulness, she considered what the interior of her home had to offer. So far she had kept to the outskirts, which very much reminded her of any typical beachfront. Hopping nimbly over a fallen piece of driftwood in her path, she searched for the best route towards that mini summit. If nothing else, when she got there it might be worth it with a rewarding view.

tyche had little enthusiasm for meeting any of the males who lived here, and she made it a point to not seek them out. the siren found herself along the coast, following the waves as they came further inland before slinking back into the deep. duo-toned eyes flicked eastward when she beheld a dark figure slipping into the woodland.

παράξενος, she murmured under her breath, taking off after the wolf. tyche kept her pace quick until she was near, then spoke. name tyche. meet hoo-ah and join yoo-eh-long two day ago. introductions must be made, of course. she was careful to pronounce the pack's name just right, remembering hua's polite correction when she'd first arrived.

It seemed Tzila and Tyche were not the only ones roaming the island late at night. Ruvik, too, had been loping along the shoreline, eyes scouring the ground as he did so. Crabs were plentiful during sundown, he had noticed, and after tasting the leftover carcass of one the other day, he had developed a taste for them.

Unfortunately, his hunt had so far proven fruitless, and the boy turned inland to retreat back to his den for the night. However, a voice caused him to freeze and immediately flatten into the grass hoping he hadn't been seen. There, he saw the owner of the voice in the distance, a small, sleek woman who hurried her way towards a much larger, darker female who nearly blended into their surroundings.

Despite the salty scent of their coats, Ruvik had never met them before, and his paranoia screamed intruder before pack mate. And they were right in between him and his den.