Wheeling Gull Isle belief

The boy romped on his own, more and more, and did not mind the solitude; he would return to share a meal with Heda and the priest, and had learned not to ask about the Lion's Den and the woman who lived within it.

Today, roaming beneath a gathering storm, Mojag found the scent of Bartholomew to the north of the island. Mojag hadn't gone that far north yet and was intrigued. He ventured that way until the cold sand of the beach met his feet, and then prowled with greater care than before - until he spotted the slender figure of the man, and he moved a little quicker.

Just as Mojag came upon him, he slowed and became quiet. He had learned back home to be respectful of the spaces people occupied - and especially so for spirit-talkers; but he gave a small chuff of greeting, and watched the man watch the sky. What did he see?