Wheeling Gull Isle And so she was

Well the air was bitter but fresh in her lungs, her fur trickled with the breeze. She could still smell the salt from here, and it was becoming her favourite scent.

Gailiv tread with her little paws, aware of how small she was in the vast lands she had travelled to get here. It was humbling. Back in Lamenai, her stature helped her get through dense jungle thicket, while here even the sea was open. Everything, wild but open.

And she loved it already.