Wheeling Gull Isle I guarantee

Well, he was at least glad Tzila wasn't trying to stop him, and it was a bit more weight off his shoulders when he spotted Hua heading towards them, he sped up a little to meet her. Why couldn't he just be bringing good news for once? This seemed to be a running theme between all their meetings at the borders.

Though he did return her lick, it was obvious he was troubled. Mal had a nice little stormcloud metaphorically trailing behind him. Guess what? More bad news. -- Can we get somewhere dry? I'll tell you on the way. It's about Donovan -- or Kynareth or whatever his name really is. Him again. Or at least drier than standing in the shallows over the sandbar. He raised a foot to prove a point. And he'd ask about whether the tides were going to force him to stay at some later point if it didn't come up. Right now he just wasn't comfortable standing in water that felt more unpredictable than a creek or a lake or something.