Wheeling Gull Isle the lonely sea and the sky

After a long moment, and uncertain what she should really do, the other lowers to the ground and crawls across the wet expanse between them. Her ears fold back against her head as she watches, a sudden wash of saliva pooling in her mouth but she licks back before it drips from her muzzle. With her close, she can see the severity of some of them but she’s distracted by how scared and desperate she seems. The cracks in her heart only widen and she lowers her nose, slowly, to touch the space between the little wolf’s eyes.

Cascada takes a step back and flicks an ear as the water continues to fall. The worst of the storm is over, at least—not that she knows that—but she can take advantage when she has been given one. “Are you hungry?” she says, lowering her gaze once more. She knows the answer to be yes but she doesn’t want to dismiss any of her questions, either. It’ll bide her some time, too, to give nutrition in the wispy woman while she tries to find proper herbs for the remedies she knows.