message in a bottle

When he doesn't retaliate or react in fear, Mags instantly shrinks back from her intimidating posture. His wagging tail, no, wagging body is a clear sign that he's friendly. And really, when she looks, like REALLY looks at him, is he even a wolf? His snout is so... weird looking and his ears? They don't point up. Now that she's close, Mags is kinda awestruck? Speechless? What are words again?

"You fell into the water?" She ignores his name at first because what? Who falls in the ocean and just isn't concerned? "Do you do that often?" Her brow furrows, muzzle wrinkling in confusion. "You're weird," Mags huffs a warm breath of air in his direction before turning back toward the island. "This is my home. What're you doin' here?" Nose turning upward, eyes flicking open to train on the rising rocks ahead of them. Had this once been a volcano?

If she were being truthful, living out here sucked. Having to climb the slick rock all the time and man, you really did have to be buff to live on this island. But she was big and traversing tough terrain was well, fuck, tough. "I'll let you explore if you want," she turns her nose up, eyes darting to the edge to look at him from the corner. The slight waver of the tip of her tail being the only giveaway that she's just fucking with him. Because if were being honest, she's also not full wolf. One could see it if they looked close enough, but we're not pointing that out.

"See those trees? It's like the coolest spot to be on the island," Mags lifts a paw to point at a cluster of trees not far up the mountain's side.

"Magdalene"