Wheeling Gull Isle the lonely sea and the sky

Once she’s still for a moment or two, things begin to settle. The little wolf is nearby. Even when she doesn’t touch her, she can feel still. She closes her eyes and takes a long breath before she continues. When her eyes open, she’s reminded of the bounty she and the other has found and she has to resist the urge to devour anything she can find to fill her stomach.

She quickly reminds herself who she’s really here for and putting them first has become rather easy. “Look,” she says and moves forward until she’s ankle deep in a tide pool. The gifts beneath all swim away from her but there isn’t far for them to go. A miracle, perhaps. A gracious gift nonetheless.