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

When things are given over to the group as the wolf up front opens the platform, they all begin to introduce one another and exchange a few things back and forth. Her eyes first land on one of the women she’s never seen before (Maera). How had she gotten to the island with their only connection torn in two? And to help with what, exactly? Glancing around at the other wolves, she feels a weird settling feeling in her chest she doesn’t know what to do with. They’d all found one another somehow but the strangeness leaves her unsettled while she listens to the further exchanges between two more wolves, only one she recognizes from the beach.

Anatha seems unsettled near her and she leans back into her, nosing behind her ear for comfort. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” she assures, glancing up as the introductions come their way. King introduces himself first and she realizes she missed a few between when they spoke and the pressure settles on her. She does not speak of the injuries she has, or that of Anatha (until told otherwise), but she can at least oblige the introduction and brush off the spotlight for a little while. “I’m Cascada,” she breathes, the name still foreign on her own tongue.