Wheeling Gull Isle I got the woofers in my Jeep

The answer intrigued him, as did the woman's soft, strange voice. He was beginning to wonder if all the wolves in the area were near-mute, but at least this one seemed confident and friendly. And had her own island.

"Can I stay?" he asked, leaning into her nibble and them following after her when she moved away. His tail wheeled in a friendly arc as he gave half-hearted chase, snapping at her feathery heels when he was near enough.