The drowned-rat of a short-stack was relieved when Taziee made it easier to jump to the boat, not really waiting to be handed off. She was a bit like a cat in that sense where she was simply too impatient while being wet. At least she could dry off now, as she watched the ship behind dip lower and lower in the water while trailing behind due to sails being set. Though she remained rather fluffy due to shaking out the water.<br/><br/>With two of them aiding the sailors and the boat and the long time til the island, she'd managed to brush down some of her fur to make herself more dignified by the time the boat grinded into the sand. Not wanting to get wet again; she jumps off onto a random sailor to bounce off them immediately and to land on the warm sand. With a long sigh, she surveyed the island. Not much. Barely bigger than her home oasis. "So, now what?" She asked as Lang began to spit up her passengers - followed by Taizee and presumibly Scathatch. Notably her eyes fell on Abylus and she chuckled. "Soooo I'm not allowed but youuuu?" She teases quietly at her as she figuratively nips at the Grippli's heels in bounding motions.<br/><br/>At least she gets to wave the fish person before she goes. A useful but brief addition.