Heal The Soul [Seumas]

Seumas couldn't quite say what possessed him to go for a swim yesterday afternoon. Perhaps it was the unseasonably warm weather, the hazy reflection of the sun over the strait of water which led to the island (looking deceptively short). Or maybe he was just suffering from a temporary lapse in judgement... which left him on a little island. Never the matter. The previous afternoon he'd managed to rustle up a pretty good dinner of, you guessed it, some plump fish. The surprisingly green island, he found, was comfortable enough.

That morning, the male decided to try and do some exploring. It was doubtful he'd ever make the swim over again, so he should at least be a good tourist while he was here. As the morning mist slowly burnt away under the sun's rays, Seumas steadily began to climb the mountain side. The undergrowth was thick, and tall ferns sometimes dwarfed him in size. It reminded him more of his home than the icy lands he had traversed through the winter.

After what seemed like an age of gradual ascent, Seumas paused upon a smooth rock which jutted over the mountainside. He looked around, enjoying the view, and the breeze which cooled him. Should he try and go all the way to the top? Before he could make a decision, a rustle from the path alerted him to someone approaching. Someone definitely bigger than the small prey he had been encountering all morning. Turning around, he saw a very peculiarly marked wolf approaching - one with piercing purple eyes. He wasn't exactly inconspicuous perched on this rock, so the male decided to bark out a greeting.