Seven years’ worth of seasons rolled by, and the ocean told no secrets. Yet in 2026, Tootle reappeared near Twillingate—a place where icebergs drift like sleepy ghosts most summers. There she was, plain as sunrise, her broad tail lifting above the cobalt water. Was she chasing capelin, or simply taking in the scattered light? Only she knows, and the gulls keep their guesses to themselves.

Such a wandering spirit suggests that Tootle might weave far and wide between the bays of Newfoundland and Labrador, leaving curious gaps in her story. Where has she been all this time? Perhaps underneath the northern lights, or shadowing the deep places untracked by any human eye.

Have you seen Tootle? If you’ve caught a glimpse or snapped a photo with her fin cutting through the surf, your story could help piece together her mysterious journeys. Every bit of news adds colour to what we know about whale wanderings, and helps bridge those long, silent gaps in their ocean travels.