Wheeling Gull Isle a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied

She hadn’t seen much of the wolfdog since a few days prior but she has tended to the two girls as best she can. They are still alive and it is the only thing keeping her going. She struggles to feed them each day to gain their strength when hers is dwindling away by going without. That morning, when the sun shone high in the sky, all she wants to do still is sleep.

The howl in the distance causes her to bolt upright, feeling her head rush in sudden weakness that takes a moment to settle. Green eyes searches for @Anatha and @Calypso, knowing this isn’t something she can do alone. Not like this. Her ears droop back against her head and she noses each of them forward, urging them to tag along and find the source. She recalls the wolves on the beach the day she washed up but she has not seen much of anyone since and she moves her stiffened bones forward until she comes across the caller, and several other stragglers making their way to the source.

Still, she does not recognize the wolf that made the call to gather them but she knows a wave of pain when she thinks of Grayday and the mistake she made. Her jaw tightens and she glances back to make sure the two have kept up with her, and keeps them corralled in one place for the time being.